feeling childishWhen you draw tattoos on my forearmPop bubblegum

mama said, "Nothing good happensWhen it's late and you're

stretched myself across four statesNew lands, west coast, where

blood on the side of the mountainThere's writing all

friends call me a loser'Cause I'm still hanging aroundI've

Keys:* = Unconfirmed Title˄ = Rumored song, unknown whether it's real

know, you know how dark I amWhen you take

old story, time againGot so close but then you

It's fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing, but

it's coolYou can say that we are nothing, but

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one or

Chappell sixFive, six, seven, 1: Chappell could

did a bad thing, a really bad thingI didn't

da-da-da, da-da-la, la-da-da-da-daLa, da-da-da, I told you how

the blindsLight every candleSlip off my pretty dress down

know you wanted me to stayBut I can't ignore

metal, heavy eyesYou're like Prince when doves cryBeen dancing

this wrong or is it wrong?Spare me those sorrow

me love you, let me love you, babeLet me love

da-da-da I told you how much I think