Libertine

Good times, I’ve had too much

Loose lips, I’ve said enough

Dark days, have fucked me up

But I come back

Got ways to fill my cup

Good praise, has made me soft

Too nice, I’ve paid the cost

Bad faith, you’ve lost my trust

But I come back

Got ways to brush it off

Libertine, cold machine

Jumpin’ off a trampoline

In the scene, with Augustine

This is how I’m coming clean