Nhạc sĩ: Henry Brill, James Flannigan, Anna Graves
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I don't want to be best enemies, hate being friends
When you call I'll come around and we play pretend
Cause I don't know how to stop following you like a dog
Making a mess and I'm made to my head
Making a joke and a jail of my bed
Cause you don't know how to quit dragging me along
But you're all smoke that I breathe in deep
And now I'm choking but I can't leave you no way
I'm choking on your contact
High, high
High, high
Cold wooden floor, walk to the door in my bare feet
Don't say a word, everything's worse when you speak
Cause I know how we got here
But I forget when you hold me
And we're so lonely
But you're all smoke that I breathe in deep
And now I'm choking but I can't leave you no way
And now I'm choking but I can't leave you no way
If I'm a burden then you're the beast
You know I'm tripping on your contacts
High, high
I know you don't need me
But I, I, I
I'm weak when you touch me
But you're all smoke that I breathe in deep
And now I'm choking but I can't leave you no way
I make love to you
Only * that I can't sleep
Cause it tears me up, you know why
Oh, is this what you like?
Tripping on your contacts
High, high
Oh, is this what you like?
Tripping on your contacts
Tripping on your contacts
Tripping on your contacts