I'm not being hyperbolic
It's the thought of you unpolished
I can't wait to say I called it
When it's all said and done you will destroy me
And I will ask for more, like I did before
Strawberry wine is sticky on my car seats
Sticky on my feet
Smoking in a parkin lot
Can't you tell I'v had enough
My frowns are very prominent
I'm slurring all my words and I'm fucking up my homonyms
There's a burning in my chest and there's smoke with every breath,
It's making me upset
I'm not being hyperbolic
It's the thought of you unpolished
I can't wait to say I called it
When it's all said and done you will destroy me
And I will ask for more, like I did before
Like I did before
Like I did before
Like I did before
Like I did before
Like I did before
Like I did before
Like I did before
