(no subject)
You said you didn't need me - but you did.
You said you didn't want me - but you do.
It's kinda like a comedy..
Well first you kiss me
Then you say we're through
I say you got some issuses - yeah, you do
Some things you gotta work through - you really do
It's sorta like a talk show, no wait a freak show
When the freak is you
You said I wasn't funny - but you laughed.
You said I couldn't drive fast - then you crashed
Funny how it works out
With your big mouth
You'll always get it back
You thought you had me worked out - you're not deep
Mr. "I Screw about" your still a creep
At best you could've confessed
That you're a big mess
And that you're so damn weak
I'm that lie you can trust
I'm the chord on your guitar
I'm that girl you can't shut up
I'm the blood you might need
In your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breath
You can't get rid of me
♥♥♥