Nomadicon - Gus Dapperton

A look at best for carelessness is strenuous to sell

Of lacking rest but I can’t stop obsessing with myself

When I come back you think that I’ve been solo for a spell

Oh you don’t know me so well

I hate it that I hurt you just for fun

It tasted like the perfect medicine

'Cause I’m elated over burns

Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her

I didn’t mean to take you for a spin

But I just need an angel by my hip

'Cause I’m completed when you bruise up

Abusive, I love the use of you

Your eyes are deep for I can see a snare right where I stood

Privacy is kind to me I care just like a crook

You lie to me and hide in hopes this ride would get me hooked

But I already decided

I hate it that I hurt you just for fun

It tasted like the perfect medicine

'Cause I’m elated over burns

Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her

I didn’t mean to take you for a spin

But I just need an angel by my hip

'Cause I’m completed when you bruise up

Abusive, I love the use of you

Nomad why’d I come back home, back

To a goon a ghost I’m

Gazing through a hole, oh, no more

Nomad why’d I come back home, back

To a goon a ghost I’m

Gazing through a hole, oh, no more

I hate it that I hurt you just for fun

It tasted like the perfect medicine

'Cause I’m elated over burns

Stomach turns, sneaky snickers for her

I didn’t mean to take you for a spin

But I just need an angel by my hip

'Cause I’m completed when you bruise up

Abusive, I love the use of you