Testo Oh, Mexico

No, I don't miss you yet
You're just a feeling I'd rather forget
So I pierce my skin and I burst my head
I'm going to Mexico

No, I don't feel the same
Lack of chemicals in my brain
Won't keep me warm So I pause and pray
I don't wanna feel the cold
So I'm going to Mexico

Oh, Mexico
Sounds so sweet
But I'm going there alone
I try to be myself but still
I've got some room to grow
I'm going to Mexico

And I won't miss you then
The weight of every word on my chest
So I curse my name
And my fragile frame Anywhere could feel like home
But I'm going to Mexico

Oh, Mexico
Sounds so sweet
But I'm going there alone
I try to be myself but still
I've got some room to grow
I'm going to Mexico
(Mexico)
(Mexico)
I'm going to Mexico