Donnerstag, 24. Oktober 2019
Lines I feel
Nothing but Trouble and Trouble's so easy to find

Don't know how I came off clean

You don't own me, don't try to Change me in any way

Fuck around, feel my heartbeat

Don't want the Whisky and pills

When you're not around I finally cross you out

Paint me like your French Girls, Piece by Piece

Look at you, Boy I invented you

They see cain, I see Abel

She was just as bad as the Boys

I Keep falling for Boys and mistaken them for men

But I think that it's my Body wanting it the most

Saw your face, heard your Name, gotta get with you

They said I'm an Anarchist, not like other Kids

You got a Girl with a Body why you even want me?

Only a Girl can make me feel this way

I know that I'm a handful Baby

I Close my eyes and make believe you're the ones who's touching me

I know I tend to make it about me
I know you never get just what you see
But I will never bore you Baby

Kiss my wounds but not forever

Stop your lines please just let the Playlist run

Making love to myself, back on my beat

It's not you it's me I'm the only one I Need

If there's a line then I think that we crossed it

I'm better by myself
I'm better when there's no you in my life
You're no good for my health

'Cause when I'm on my own I feel alive

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