Stay round, put your cigarette out Got your lipstick stains all over my mouth Fuck you, whoa Baby fuck you, whoa Stay now like you never walked down Need a rockstar girl to sort me out Like you, whoa Like you, whoa I still love you
Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious I’ll see ya later, I want Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but I think you hate what you want Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious I’ll see ya later, I want Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but I think you hate what you want
Came home to you waiting there Said I changed too much and you hate my hair Told my old self that you missed me But I know that you’ll be listening, oh I fell asleep in my jeans again And the morning feels so lonely, now you’re never here But your nose said I was wrong But you miss me when I’m gone I still love you
Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious I’ll see ya later, I want Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but I think you hate what you want Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious I’ll see ya later, I want Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but I think you hate what you want