I really wanna work it out again But I'm tired of letting you get under my skin Do I really want to work it out, its been... ya Such a roller coaster this whole time Why the fuck can't I get you off my mind Maybe I should have listened to the signs... ya
You begged and you borrowed Like there's no tomorrow You sat and complained About the size of my place You had every excuse You were loose with the truth I offered a truce In that mall Photo Booth I like a clean place You invaded my space Your mess never rests Now that that's off my chest But I still love you... fuck!
A shitty old tour bus ride Different views, opposite sides Do I really wanna keep it up, this grind? Ya It was never easy, you and me How could it be, we only met briefly You said you had a lot on your plate lately... ya
I lied to my friends "I won't call her again" My brain lights up insane At a text from your name You came in my room You smelled of perfume You took off your clothes I went holy fuck wow! Was new in that department What a way to start it My life will never be the same, Sadie Jane And your to blame... fuck!
Compositores: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka & Jared Priestner