You’re twisted, I’m wicked
We’re born to be tied to each other
My bedroom is where I held onto my first wish
To land you a sweet, scorpion kiss
I’m stinging, you’re eating obsession
After you confessed to the heavens
Stepped on your bruised ego while you whined
And mandated you to build a shrine
Check your next trip, you’re worth the heart-wreck
Stay so soft, it isn’t often
Check your next trip, you’re worth the heart-wrеck
Stay so soft, it isn’t often
