Lyrics : Elliott Platt
Music : Elliott Platt
Dayzee's caught up in a daydream
Pretty like a Barbie, always brings the most to the party
Strung out, people acting fake, she
Wants her little chase scene, escaping the paparazzi
She wants so be a pop star sprawled out beneath the palm trees
Passed out inside a cop car, ******* and vomit-stained sheets
Her eyes are screaming, "Take me"
It drives me ****ing crazy
Why would you want this baby?
I just can't stand the way she
Rises to meet all appalling aspects of her dream
She wants to sell her soul 'cause anywhere's more fun than where she's been
She wants the glamour and the drama and the endless ****in' nights
Dayzee wants the ****in' world and isn't scared to pay the price
Dayzee's looking for escape, she's
Staring out the window, decided, "I'm leaving this ********"
No loss, suicide or SoCal
Dayzee picked the good route
How she's gonna get there, I don't know
Small town boys smoking joints, drinking cheap beer
Doesn't have the heart to say she doesn't wanna be here
So scared to die out nameless
She'd kill to know what fame is
Her eyes are screaming, "Take me"
It drives me ****ing crazy
Why would you want this baby?
I just can't stand the way she
Rises to meet all appalling aspects of her dream
She wants to sell her soul 'cause anywhere's more fun than where she's been
She wants the glamour and the drama and the endless ****in' nights
Dayzee wants the ****in' world and isn't scared to pay the price
(Dayzee wants the ****in' world and isn't scared to pay the price)
(Dayzee wants the ****in' world and isn't scared to pay the price)
(Dayzee wants the ****in' world and isn't scared to pay the price)
(Dayzee wants the ****in' world and isn't scared to pay the price)