Floral Terrace Hops Lane
I didn't know you were such a big fan
Of controversy
And controversially speaking
You LIED better on your Back
Can you see this isn't really open your eyes
And try to feel me dance with the stars
And rip through the scars from the walls
And try to make it count
The number of phone calls
It took for your mother to tell me that you
Stepped out on your way to the city
The cars and lights
Spell goodbye
I'm so sorry didn't want me now I'm stuck here!
All alone with nothing to lose
All I ask is give it up
And when were done ill drop you off
So kiss me like you got something to prove
