Rotting In Designer

[Verse 1] Woke up in a pile of clothes Tags on everything, heart still broke Bleach stains on my favorite coat Guess I treat love like I treat my smoke Inhale fast, then I let that go Screenshot texts that I never send Typing out rage, then I hit "pretend" Fighting these ghosts in my own best friend Scroll till the sun climbs over my sins [Chorus] I’m rotting in designer, bleeding in the seams Flexing for a story while I’m tearing at the strings Tell me that you hate me, then you’re crawling in my dreams Yeah, I look rich on the phone But I’m broke in between I’m rotting in designer, falling through the screen Smiling in the pictures, but I’m ripping at the wings Everybody screaming that I’m living like a king Yeah, I look fine in the frame But I’m d**d in the scene[Verse 1] Woke up in a pile of clothes Tags on everything, heart still broke Bleach stains on my favorite coat Guess I treat love like I treat my smoke Inhale fast, then I let that go Screenshot texts that I never send Typing out rage, then I hit "pretend" Fighting these ghosts in my own best friend Scroll till the sun climbs over my sins [Chorus] I’m rotting in designer, bleeding in the seams Flexing for a story while I’m tearing at the strings Tell me that you hate me, then you’re crawling in my dreams Yeah, I look rich on the phone But I’m broke in between I’m rotting in designer, falling through the screen Smiling in the pictures, but I’m ripping at the wings Everybody screaming that I’m living like a king Yeah, I look fine in the frame But I’m d**d in the scene