I wince like a dimming light. I f** like a second prize. I lie. I stay your type. I'm the cradle to your grave, I'm the smile wiped of your face. I hate to explain
I'm not surprised, you've gone further. I drank tonight and still got nervous. Oh God, you're just fine
You deserve a better man, who does as little as he can. Who is soft and far from in demand. You'll meet all of my new friends. You're honestly not confusing them, but I hope I am
I'm not surprised, you've gone further. I drank tonight and still got nervous. Oh God, you're just fine
You don't mind - it's your own time you're wasting