tyres screech down the road,
i know...
skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...
My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...
Tried to take things slow
But we both know...
Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...
Made the mistake of wearing the perfume I used to...
Funny how a scent that you've never worn could...
I just need to be comforted.
I need to be told it's safe...
Match the rhythm of my heart
for when your fingers touch me...
My skies peak at night time
when the sun has set...
I'll put on my makeup
And my new high heels...
I ask myself:
What am I to you...
The Ocean's rough,
I sing the song...