Motorcycle's in the parking lot
Revving their engines and it just
Alright sir, sure, I'll have another one, it's early
Three olives,
Drinking wine and thinking bliss is on the other side
I dance around this empty house
Tear us down, throw you
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close
I don't mind it, I don't mind at all
It's like
I conjure up the thought of being gone
But I'd probably
You used to hold the door for me
Now you can't
Am I sweating
Or are these tears on my face?
Should I
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da,
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na,
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or