It’s a passionate pain that burns in me
You
Snuck your way into familiarity
I must’ve mistaken your cold demeanor
For my fantasy
Why am I so attracted to my fears
And all your jealousy?
I was just hoping I could
Hold you
You just want something you can
Hold on to
Girl next door
Living 8 houses down from where I rise
You wear that thing I like
Make me idolize
You must have mistaken my cold demeanor
For ignorance
Why are you so attracted to your peers
Ventriloquist
I was just hoping I could
Hold you baby
You just want something you can
Hold on to to to
Ain’t it Bullshit?
Ain’t it Bullshit?
Ain’t it Bull?
Ain’t it Bullshit?