Parish in Paris

Wake up in Paris
Don’t tell your parents
That we snuck into the lobby floor
We end up parished
Dead with our friendships
Cops all around the door
Blind by the sunrise
Drunk off of white wine
Cards around an empty box
Fake ids waiting
Anticipating
Lined up all around the block

We went to parish in Paris we have our death on our wishlist
It was marked in red it was marked in red
We went to parish in Paris we have our death on our wishlist
It was in my head, it was in my head

Second days lonely, everyone knows me
Cannot go anywherе
Dye my hair most days, they always throw shade, lifе always seems unfair
Stay up until ten, calling my fake friends, they try to block me out
Never the bad things, always the money, is that all they care about

We went to parish in Paris we have our death on our wishlist
It was marked in red it was marked in red
We went to parish in Paris we have our death on our wishlist
It was in my head, it was in my head