Denim

Washed out Off trend and unclean Tore up He ripped us at the seams Hit me below the belt He don't know what he means The difference between the boy and me He lives in his own reality Aint no zippin my mouth And you get what you see Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim? And he's so delicate so what should I tell him? I'm his favorite jeans He must think that he's holy Tries to patch me up With money like he owns me Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim Pants down and he's so embarrassed Turned round expecting a fucking kiss Baby we're not in love And you're so full of shit Got me looking like the idiot Bend over backwards to make it fit No it's not like a glove You can go suck my dick Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim? And he's so delicate so what should I tell him? I'm his favorite jeans He must think that he's holy Tries to patch me up With money like he owns me Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim Denim Denim Denim Denim Thinks that I'm denim Thinks that I'm denim Denim Denim Denim Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim? And he's so delicate so what should I tell him? I'm his favorite jeans He must think that he's holy Tries to patch me up With money like he owns me Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim