Walking down the poorly lit road
Street lamps barely doing their job
Keep talking and you might turn into a toad
Most seem to believe I was robbed
Fuck, if only they knew I misled them that night
Cigarette in hand, running away from whatever made my makeup pour down
Goosebumps on my arms not from the cold but from the fright
All I could remember was your frown
The stars collided, I thought that meant something to you
"We're special" you said it yourself
Oh god, how wrong am I for missing you?
I can't even distinguish the fake from the real myself
I was so bad to you
My dress was ripped and I was a slurred mess
When you swore I should've taken that as my cue
I sinned and lost the sweetest thing I could ever get.
I should have confessed
