My heart is on my sleeve. Wear it like a bruise or black eye. My badge, my witness means that I believed. Every single lie you said. . 'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap,.
You are a getaway car,. A rush of blood to the head. But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed. You steer in a rear view mirror. You make my head swim.
I sat outside my front window... this story's going somewhere:. "He's well hung," and I am hanging up.. Well there's a song on the radio that says:. "Let's get this party started.".