On my hotel door
I don't even know if she knows what for
She was crying on my shoulder, I already told ya
Trust and respect is what we do this for
I never intended to be next (you bastard)
But you didn't need to take him to bed, that's all
i don't trust you if you don't listen to a little bit of objectively bad music. like not even a little bit of slop? not even a touch of bullshit? you're lying
oh trust me buddy, I remember. I remember certain fucking things.
like what I was wearing and shit
the fucking yellow dashes in the damn street
I prayed those motherfucking lights would take me right the fuck home