Tell the great unknown you refuse.
You’ll drive alone, and take yourself home.
Get high and quiet, ask me –
Play for me that song that you wrote hysterically
Loud and cry for me cause I figured it out –
I figured you out.
I fall so deeply – and I fall so deeply.
Lost in luxury, what dead family does escape with their past.
Get high for entry, ask me.
Play for me that song that you wrote hysterically loud.
And lie to me cause I figured it out, I figured you out.
All at once, you’re so mean.
My breath on glass, you fall asleep.