Fetching Decay Testo

I need you to be
The cancer that swallows me
All my mates decided
Drowning was much better than me
Fuck it all, I say
They'll be sorry
In the end
So help me vanish
Help me get myself out of here
Wait
I wouldn't leave without celebrating
Your birthday in the middle of July
I can't believe you wanna have me
Been wading through this bucket of lies
Fuck 'em all, I say
They'll be sorry
When the star buries the girl
So help me vanish
Help me get myself out of here
It might be a good vacation
I don't know