i'll have to tell you with my lips. lovely lips, tangled in sheets. who needs love when you've got insecurities. lovely hips, tangled in seams. two drunk kids fucking in the backseat
armrest of the backseat of a stranger's car You're writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger's car Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye
armrest of the backseat of a stranger's car, You're writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger's car Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye