Smash of the glass as he throws down the eight ball,
Parked on the grass, as he waits for her final call.
Shit sounding, dirty walls, stain of last years punch up on the floor, on
The floor.
Cause I’ve waited days, to see you smile.
Hope it stays this way for a while.
And in a way, he’s in denial.
Can’t we stay this way for a while, Because
Nothing compares, to who you are.
Nothing compares, to who you are.
Who you are.