Pcp

Burn bright, burn fast

Burn out, thing of the past

Past of times that did not last

Tears on the dance floor

In the back of a club

This feels like PCP

This feels like love

Like love

This feels like angel dust

This feels like something else

What did you do last night?

I heard you two were out right

By the bar while I

Was sitting up all night

While you were on a date

While you getting drinks

Do you ever wonder what our mothers would think?

What am I supposed to say? It's a small town

Who am I allowed to talk to when you're not around?

It's not like it's that bitch from Cherry who follows you around

It doesn't make it better, but we weren't even together when it went down

With you

You

With you

You

With you