Youre à treat like rasberry blue ice créam if you showed up at my door I wouldnt push you into the street ive learned à thing or two now I think your hairs pretty cool maybe I just wanna ask if you mind that I copy you dont have any pets so ill be your kitty too maybe I didnt believe anything I heard about you ive been looking for a guy who gets why I look at the bowl with pride like my dad watching me masturbate every time I survived romance like looking up at the stars at night every time I take à shit and it looks right maybe my hair was short cause I didnt feel like combing it that much christ maybe I should stop taking fashion tips from nichole I just might not have the motivation to draw my eyebrows on like before id burn alive to keep you warm but I think l'ending you my hoodies would be more comfortable if you wanna ride with me you gotta like boys I wouldnt sell you out like I wouldnt sell my soûl my sugar cube looked à Little too salty for porn before he got too old maybe I just hate myself enough to be your jesus whore maybe youre just the memory I want no more maybe love is the asshole raven trap trap trapping at your invisible back door want it or not like marriage in heaven it will be nevermore Im over you i just needed to realize I liked boys its cool but its over now baby we can be friends like before in school turn away like im not around I could pile drive you into the ground like thèse bitches were afraid of clowns before I was ever found put your sun glasses on maybe you havent been outside in too long sit your ass down your slamming your fucking car Doors too loud jingle your Keys sure its a little too late for oks or sorries like your hand can move now apologies babe where were we now apologies are like an apocalypse I didnt want it but I guess ill take it over your lips like your hand can move now its not really my birthday if im not trying to die like a fucking clown I can juggle my priorities like a fucking juggalo if you dont ask and dont tell I guess youll never know