I am NOT the type for love It's not the kind of pain I chase Don't know if it's in my blood Or my brain just doesn't work that way I could die before I let you in Start sinking And I couldn't make a m
Chorus. I spent the summer under covers with another. Looked just like you. Every weekend smoking weed. Drunk in the deep end of the pool. I spend every night in L. A. trying not to call out your nam