Letras
Out of town for the week you said you wanna meet
You said my skin and blood are perfect for you to sink your teeth in me
We drive to your house, the silence was so loud
Straight complexion on the outside, but on the in a hoarder house
You got to the step, you said sorry for the mess
I convinced myself it's fine, because who can settle for the best?
But we couldn't look in each other's eyes, knew exactly what was wrong inside
But god, I was shaking the whole damn time
I want to hate you for what you did, but it's my fault
I want to hurt you for what you did, but god, it's my fault
But it's not my fault
But it's not my fault
But it's not my fault
But it's not my fault