Get off my heart

Cuz you've been standing on it all day

Can my lips part

With the words that I want to say



And as I run into the walls cuz I don't have the balls to run over him

You just sit in the dark there alone where he parks there, resisting sin



And when the angels start to sing

And when my ears beginning to ring

I think I'm crazy cuz I sing

For the rich girl



Where do I start

Please pull the splinters from my knees

I tired so hard

To get you to be seen with me

And does the leopard print book full of phone numbers look like a cover up

Cuz I got too much pride to let this one slide

And to try and go and fuck this up