[Halsey:]Cross my heart, hope to dieTo my lover, I'd never lieHe said "be true," I swear, "I'll try"In the end, it's him and IHe's out his head, I'm out...
Got a boy back home in MichiganAnd it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing himSo I told him that I never really liked his friendsNow he's gone and he's calling...
Your little brother never tells you but he loves you soYou said your mother only smiled on her TV showYou’re only happy when your sorry head is filled...