You gave me the key to read your letters
You wouldn't tell me about yourself
I crawled into that hollow hole you had
Been hiding in, but found nothing out
I didn't already
Know
I always would invite you to
Follow me home
13 years have passed but you're still my type
So young, so wild, so full of yourself
Forget so fast but still call me your
Little girl, I don't get turned on by flattery
Alone
I've always been one of your own
Are you still here with me?
So high and self-serving
Are you still here with me?
So high and self-serving
