Peering out the curtain and I am worried Ten past 2 a.m., in bed with my worries Can't wait to crush this lipstick in the morning 'Til then, I'll put it on and greet the sun
Will he recognize new clothes I am wearing? If I change my hair, will he keep on coming? Back to me, check up, check out, check in It's me and him forever singed in sin
I feel like a crummy pie A shriveled fucked french fry Cold in the bottom of the bag Each time you pick me up and motion to your truck It's time to take a ride
To ride or die To ride or die
Who am I? What can I do? Do I even mind? I don't care when you're with me most all of the time Burned-out loneliness I possess in my grip Hand in hand, you'll never let me go
Tuck me in, take a seat at the foot of my bed Watch dog and log journeys that swim in my head Sinking deeper in the darkest waters Thick as thieves aboard the prison ship
I feel like a crummy pie A shriveled fucked french fry Cold in the bottom of the bag Each time you pick me up and motion to your truck It's time to take a ride
To ride or die To ride or die To ride or die To ride or dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
