Okay, guitars please.
Go.
It's like my problems turned to ashes
Already hard enough to handle
So full of * like whatever
I lied to make you feel better
Seemed to look you for a while
Stopped to call you when you act up
It's like I'm talking to a cactus
Now you know
When you make that face
I just lied to get through the day
But it's okay
We'll have it your way
It's okay
Anywhere that's your way
Riding in a bubble
Any way to get me in and out of trouble With you,
the smell wins
Like feels on whips Feels on whips
Feels on whips Like in a dream
Feels on whips
I think I need an iron mover
Cause all I see in the sewer are you But I'm a coward
Can I please have another hour?
But it's okay
We'll have it your way It's okay
Anywhere that's your way Riding in a bubble
Any way to get me in and out of trouble With you,
the smell wins
Like feels on whips Feels on whips Feels
on whips Like in a dream Feels on whips
Riding in a bubble Any way to get me in and out of trouble
With you, the smell wins Like feels on whips
Riding in a bubble Any way to get me in and out of trouble
With you, the smell wins Like feels on whips
Feels on whips Feels on whips
Like feels on whips Like in a dream