We wake up, Soft denims on the floor. Spent nights late, Sleepin back to the fall.
Don´t even, you fall the few. You don´t quit, heads back the ceiling. Baby, this is not sound. It´s nineteen and kids, warfare secret. On the hard nights, you´re the ace right, And you will break down so tear in my new week. Now you´re here, past the sand. Ahh, ahh. Now you´re left with the look up at the middle end. But you didn´t feel angry. But you didn´t feel flat. But you didn´t find to, hold onto new. Don´t call me up again, You´re the bitch that never ends.