Bruises

You got the bands and the CTS-V Cadillac

You got the mans and the fans no need to holla back

I see you, see you

They want to be you, be you

They can't hold candles up to you

You on the mantle with the view

You get a buzz from the rooftops

Higher than you were with me

Making plans at our pitstop

Rolling in a limousine

I see you, see you

They want to be you, be you

They can't appreciate your view

Don't know a lot of guys like you

When the winter takes you from the fall

I hope it makes you happy

I remember waiting by your door

You said I made you happy

One by one

Forsaken after-all

I hope he makes you happy

Solitude like bruises

I want more

They seem to make me happy