I could have told ya that nothing's gonna get too deep
Could have warned ya
Now that it's over, there's promises I couldn't keep
'Cause I know ya
But now I gotta stack you into my life,
Living cover of a magazine
You're breathing down my neck
I'm giving me the creeps
Sounds of the ocean
They never really get to me
Could have owned ya
Hard to ignore ya
A diamond on a silver screen
Another persona