500 Million (Prelude)

500 Million (prelude)

I regret having to admit who I am.

Not that I'm not pleased with myself,

just because you might not be.

I judge books by the cover,

tore the tag off my mattress

cnd when I paint,

I don't mix the right the colors

I love you five hundred million eighteen thousand point three times in a row

and if that don't make sense then, I'll have to find some way to let you know

I need you, I can't live without you

If only you could know

I love you five hundred million eighteen thousand point three times in a row