We lay there on her bed listening to music,
I'm drawing pick and stick tattoos on my thigh with a sharpie,
And she's going on about how we should go to this party,
I was trying to get out of that type of crowd but it always pulled me back in,
I say sure and we get dressed,
I'm wearing my dark lip stick and all black outfit,
She wore a pastel purple eyeliner and a short black dress,
We drank and danced all night,
We had done this for the past 3 years and I was getting tired of it,
But no matter what she managed to get me back in the game,
That's when I realized that she was the death of me,
And I loved it.
