Me,
oh yeah, I'm good
So sorry,
yeah
Eventually we're leaving each other
But no, sorry,
I said I would stop
He discovered it this week
You
may go to love me, maybe shut me up
Yes,
I'm talking about you,
maybe that fire's correct
With more than PTSD on the daily Shut me up,
come on
Yes,
I'm talking about you,
maybe Here we go again,
why didn't you let?
What a familiar feeling All my friends in love and on the run
They go forever,
we will probably should have guessed
It's right for us,
so find us,
oh,
we'll get seepin'
There's no black sun,
not anyone left for me to believe in
