Miss you most in the morning. |
You're so good at lying, it could be your degree. |
I never gave a damn about anyone besides you |
'Cause they chose you |
Just remember, |
Vodka under my bed, cigarettes in my purse |
What the hell will it say upon my grave? |
Look at the stars. |
Maybe i'm hurting, sick, and stoned. |
I like simple songs with pretty words |