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letra de ​sexy when i'm depressed - slaves of the feeling

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[verse 1]
enter the gallery of sadness, all i see is s-x
mona lisa naked in the flesh
i wish i was painted like that
my eyes leak invisible ink
she disappears in my silhouette
i wanna be thin for halloween
i’m not s-xy when i’m depressed

[verse 2]
runaway bride, i bowed to the porcelain altar
cried like i just won the oscars
flushed my terrycloth down the toilet
knelt with nothing to confess
drink cheap elixirs with my shrink
the bar that never sleeps, wе talk cosmopolitan problems
vegetarian hеroin, i bet she feasts off cigarettes
no, i’m not s-xy when i’m depressed

[refrain]
i overeat and my clothes don’t fit
now i only wear sweatshirts
when there’s too much on my plate, i feed until it gets worse

[verse 3]
window shopping at the pharmacy
i watch the mannequins get undressed
body like a doll, noses made of wax
pose for your portrait like a goth supermodel, modern girl sad
depression never goes out of fashion
straitjackets are so back
how come i’m not s-xy when i’m depressed?
[refrain]
they wear their scars like beauty marks
achilles high heels
down at the amus-m-nt park, drunk on the ferris wheel
mozart in a go-kart taking pills

[bridge]
i turned 10 on my champagne year
the only thing i drank was tears
i shrank and sink in my own flood
still i can’t fit inside the small door with the other kids
i ate the cake like alice
drink me potion, ballet classes
fingers danced into my larynx
starving on birthday parties, always said i was embarrassed
felt like chasing a white rabbit
this heritage i carry like 13 carats
talking to flowers on the bathroom tiles
fainting doing gymnastics
”i’m not pretty, i’m just pretty tired”
pins on my back like a magnet
jump the hollywood sign each night
peg entwistle aesthetic
your smile is a knife that you used it to stab me
”diet or die trying”, the mean girls said with a plastic grin
i’ve slept hungry ever since
almost k!lled myself once in 2017 and then again last spring
[outro]
i left the sketch unpolished, i still smell like pottery
cracking up with everyone watching
my body suit is coming unglued
can i speak to the artist?
my anxiety build like blocks
i wanna purchase a new face
rather be liked for what i’m not than hated for who i am
but i don’t know anybody who’s hot and sad
i wanna be happy for halloween
i’m not s-xy when i’m depressed

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