you can't be real unless i tell you to believe it
my eyes are your traffic lights. and they always tell you to go.
why can't you see that i don't need anything but air?
and sometimes i have to think that over and question if it's what's best for me.
(the only reason i said no is because you never taught me how to say anything else)
i've stored your lessons in my ears. and your fingers in my tears.
wonderful, bitch can you stop crying and laugh a little, it's good for your heart
to know you're going through emotions like a basketcase.
i'll wear you and your eyes like plus fours in the after party, hour by hour.
goodnight. i'm sitting here thinking if you sat here too, or if that was part of my wreck
i hate surprises, and it came to me as one when you told me to breath in. and not let it out
so i thought to myself, would i kiss a girl who lives to breathe. or just to take the breath out of her?
that's still unknown, and i'm still. i know.
she was just a friend. it was just a kiss. it was just a glance. it was just a quickk fuckk
it'll never happen again. and again and again and again. you've filled me up to the brim
and i still feel lonely
sweet lips, ontop of this lamborghini. canyou imagine it?
ohh baby, i can have it, and get it anywere.
