Honestly, I'm not sure if it's classified as wishful thinking or just a lack of all kinds
But regardless of our vision, I see a future in your eyes
I see the past, my dedication from only sunset to sunrise
And your hopeful smirks, my perfumed shirts, hints of your silent cries
I'm prone to giving f*cks and your prone to telling lies
But one thing's for sure, if we're to end
Our demise will be televised
Girl, you caught me slipping, what I'm running from?
Guess I must admit that I'm inclined to run
Don't take it personal, I'm accustomed
To f*cking up in front of real women
I got too used to sneaking round with faux girls
But you're too real, I'm saying it's my fault, girl
Just blame it on me
I'll tell you my flaws if you open your doors
Give me one more chance, won't let this be our last dance
I won't give up, I won't give in
I just got one question
I just got one question
Run it back?