Yeah you're like a mosquito. Sucking my ego. Try again. And you're in my apartment. With an assortment of bad perfumes. . Oh, how can I say this. You've got your contagious and usual vices.
You like when we go fast. So my foot's on the brake, used to be my girl. But now you're just my worst mistake. You don't see it, not a subtle change. Makes me laugh, you turned into a cliche.