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​Woke up in Paris, but the sky looks grey like my lungs I’m pouring lean in the chalice, taste like the lies on your tongue Got these Rick Owens boots just to stomp on my heart We were a masterpiece, why did you tear it apart? I’m in the back of the Maybach, staring at nothing Counting these racks, but it feels like I’m bluffing My life is a movie, but the ending is tragic Lost in the fashion, I lost all the magic. ​ ​I wear my black glasses so you don’t see the tears I’ve been on a bender for three thousand years I’m a vampire, baby, I bleed in the dark You left me with nothing, just a hole and a mark Yeah, the life is heavy, the ceiling is low I’m missing you, shawty, everywhere that I go. ​ ​Blood on the runway, Archive on my back I’m chasing the ghost of us, fading to black Called you at 4 AM, phone went to voicemail My soul is a luxury item for sale I’m popping these pills just to feel like I’m breathing You said that you loved me, then why are you leaving? The penthouse is cold and the silence is loud I’m high as a kite, but I’m under a cloud. ​ It’s heavy. The lifestyle… it’s a curse. I’m in a VIP club, but I feel like I’m in a hearse. Come back. Or don't.