Before i make any promises, |
Cinderella's on her bedroom floor |
Wish in one hand, shit in the other. |
When i think you're through with me, |
I have good news for anyone that loves bad news |
When you can't quite match your clothes |
This doesnt hurt, it fcuking kills. |
So let it be just you and me tonight; |
Your mouth is like a gun |
But if I wanted silence, I would whisper. If I wanted loneliness, I would choose to go. If I liked rejection, I'd audition. And if I didn't love you, you would know. |