If you want this pain, I'll tell you my secrets Make you cry then turn up the speakers Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors Go back there and fuck on the bleachers
Saw your face yesterday now I'm feeling like trash Got a lit cigarette laying right on the dash I don't look down, moving on, think I'm going too fast It's a shot in the dark, but we can't just be friends Feels alright when it starts but I know how it ends We'll make it work till you're cold and you hate me again
But if you want this pain, I'll tell you my secrets Make you cry then turn up the speakers Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors Go back there and fuck on the bleachers
But if you want this pain, I'll tell you my secrets Make you cry then turn up the speakers Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors Go back there and fuck on the bleachers
How can something so bad for you feel so fucking right? How come the sex is so good after our worst fucking fights? I'll give you all that I have if you would stay one more night I'll play with your heart, maybe I'll take it too far And you'll start losing your sh*t then start to walk to your car It happens every time I know you don't wanna leave me
But if you want this pain, I'll tell you my secrets Make you cry then turn up the speakers Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors Go back there and fuck on the bleachers
But if you want this pain, I'll tell you my secrets Make you cry then turn up the speakers Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors Go back there and fuck on the bleachersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
