I was high on love High on drugs So I could be a zombie in the day and a baby in the night I was lost in his eyes to get lost in this world So I joined the army of the dead Just to walk through all the fire My group chat is blowing up ‘Now where you get that courage from?’ Oh-oh, ‘You’re not getting any better’ ‘You only get to live once’ Oh fuck that cliché ‘Why should I give up and run’ RUN ‘Cause they couldn’t see my image of him Is still staying in that red Nile April 16th You know my every right to be biased I’m a scholar who’s defending her piece of work I was high on love High on drugs So I could be a zombie in the day and a baby in the night I was lost in his eyes to get lost in this world So I joined the army of the dead Just to walk through all the fire I saw myself drowning in the sea I swear I didn’t plan on staying I thought I would be writing love songs for him I play drunk and innocent Going on magazines I know I really wouldn\'t care less, I swear I saw the girls he took home, one after one They’re good at music too, huh I guess he’s kissing me when kissing them But what if it’s just a phase? It’s just a phrase right? That’s what boys do (You’re not getting any better) (RUN) (I swear) (You’re not getting any better) I was high on love High on drugs So I could be a zombie in the day and a baby in the night I was lost in his eyes to get lost in this world So I joined the army of the dead Just to walk through all the fire (You’re not getting any better) (RUN) (I swear) (You’re not getting any better) (RUN)