[Finn: I don't understand Marceline! I tried everything... I guess she just doesn't like me Marceline: Shh! come on, Finn... A brain lord like Bonnie, you'd be bored with her in a week! Marceline: And anyway, I for one think you're pretty great]
It's 4 am I'm thinking bout' that cigarette I left on the hood of your car I could use it right now Tell me why Do I stay up all night Writing songs for pretty girls Who don't quite deserve my heart right now
I hope that you wake up And you go outside And look up at that big blue sky And know you're alright And if that stupid guy Is holding you in his arms tight You remember that cold cold night Where I just held you till you felt alright
I got a bunch of new clothes And it reminds me of the way you dress And I still have that shirt of yours I bet you want it back right now And those drawings of my old face And my stupid old name I think I threw them away and I regret it right now
I hope that when you wake up And you go outside You look up at that big blue sky And know you're alright And if that stupid guy Is holding you in his arms tight You remember that cold cold night Where I just held you till you felt alright Felt alright Felt alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
