Try to love you back together And in the process tore myself apart
I thought that I could make you better But if it’s meant to be it shouldn’t be this
Hard Every time I see you, see you
Intuition tripping and going, we, we
Sound the All your in a red room
Developing resentment Asking for permission
What in my I’m in critical condition
All is fair and war it’s critical, critical
I more?
now look like it’s done, to to party
red like fashionably late, I’m
I your with keys But might on a flight with your homies
now wish you what you didn’t I’m interested what you didn’t do
Every you, see you tripping and
alarm flags look room
Developing not permission
would do in
fair and
I for more? Am being too
All is But it’s critical, critical
Am I wrong for Am being too
Right now I look like Barbie Now done, about head to party
Dropped in, red rum like late, *****, I’m