copenhagen
Smiling behind your receipt
Tangible evidence of your deceit
The date and time don’t match up with mine
You told me it’s fine I don’t have to whine
My family think I’m pushing through it
But I’m just not man enough to do it
How come I put the shotgun in my mouth
But end up shooting myself in the foot
I’m just gonna end it in Copenhagen
Just the one place I can’t find myself hatin’
I don’t really feel it anymore
Pray to god you’re fine but not as fine as you were before
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