feeling childishWhen you draw tattoos on my forearmPop bubblegum

covered lover, you've never been so sweet beforeOpen our

days are comin', if no one told youI hate

stretched myself across four statesNew lands, west coast, where

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

has a tramp stampA voice as soft as a

is so cuteYou guys are so sweetOkay, now we

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

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

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one, or

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one, or

oh Lacy, skin like puff pastryAren't you the sweetest

hard murderI know you'll forgive me one day (Day,

Chappell Roan, Sabrina Christmas, I gave you my heartBut

The snow glows white on the mountain tonightNot a footprint to

know you wanted me to stayBut I can't ignore

saw your green hairBeauty mark next to your mouthThere

this is the happiest I'll ever beI hope that

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

not the sameSaturday’s a video gameMonday is mundaneTuesday hits