tired of getting fucked over
i'm tryna get fucked up
you said you was comin' over
hour's late and you ain't showin' up
i thought we were so much closer
i guess i never know enough
and when i'm over sober
it feels like throwing up
breathe the air out of my lungs
my achey heartbeat rattles my bones
and just when i thought we were done
you come back asking for another one
round two starting, grab your guns
moments fly when you havin' fun
playful, you rip at my arteries
draining out the acid batteries
rusty lips and dusty hips
dancing again as they reminisce
a love once new
and now so forgotten
what kind of rose is blooming?
when its thorns tear its own petals
we were never good for long
you know i had to hit the pedal
and friendships burn so easily
when the diesel soaks the pages
our memories together can't last that long
if you want it to be gone
