When all else fails you should know your way up, I got your back but I can´t make it stop.
I've got something on my mind that we could use, blow me a kiss, hope your aiming is true.
I'm alright with kisses but im not yours forever. We make plans for better times but nothing is sure.
Down in line with the thoughts that you steal, not just big but too dark to reveal.
I know something about you i should keep to myself, not just scum but a beating heart aswell.
Is this all, aint it worse, is it fine to complain about where you are, and your job and the car and why all of it doesn´t matter.
Do you even matter at all?
Do you even know me at all?
Is this all, aint it worse, is it fine to complain about where you are, break it down make it worse let them know just where it hurts.