Ironic?
I was just stumbling
Driving my way through The Downtown
You crossed the street at the traffic lights
I rolled my windows down
You were just someone
Making your name in this small town
I was just a lone one
A lone one that you would drown
We stargazed on the rooftop
A dream that no one could stop
Trashing my house, heads in the clouds
We wouldn't come down
But
I saw your mask swap faces
Slowly you showed me your bad intentions
You screwed up all times, but you know what? now I'm
I'm washing my hands of it
Now I'm driving my car, empty pockets
To the place where I first met your stride
And I'm taking a turn right before it
To a place where the sun blinds my eyes
And I don't need to know where you've been to
And I don't need your hands on my thighs
And I know, it was fun, but you weren't the one
Cause no con artist has ever won
I have a bad habit of putting faith where it's devil's work
But your hazel eyes
Seemed angel like
Caught me by surprise
When I was lingering in life
It was your mother's birthday
You didn't even look at my face
I thought you were shy, but that wasn't you, I
Read between the lines
So
I saw your mask swap faces
You never really had good intentions
You screwed it real hard, but you know what? now I'm
I'm washing my hands of it
Now I'm driving my car, empty pockets
To the place where I first met your stride
And I'm taking a turn right before it
To a place where the sun blinds my eyes
And I don't need to know where you've been to
And I don't need your hands on my thighs
And I know, it was fun, but you weren't the one
Cause no con artist has ever won
How ironic is it
That the only thing
That "you've" done well
Is something that I did?
How ironic is it
That this song that we made up
Would be just what you did?
Just what you did
So now I'm
Now I'm driving my car, empty pockets
To the place where I first met your stride
And I'm taking a turn right before it
To a place where the sun blinds my eyes
And I don't need to know where you've been to
And I don't need your hands on my thighs
And I know, it was fun, but you weren't the one
Cause no con artist has ever won
Driving my way through The Downtown
You crossed the street at the traffic lights
I rolled my windows down
You were just someone
Making your name in this small town
I was just a lone one
A lone one that you would drown
We stargazed on the rooftop
A dream that no one could stop
Trashing my house, heads in the clouds
We wouldn't come down
But
I saw your mask swap faces
Slowly you showed me your bad intentions
You screwed up all times, but you know what? now I'm
I'm washing my hands of it
Now I'm driving my car, empty pockets
To the place where I first met your stride
And I'm taking a turn right before it
To a place where the sun blinds my eyes
And I don't need to know where you've been to
And I don't need your hands on my thighs
And I know, it was fun, but you weren't the one
Cause no con artist has ever won
I have a bad habit of putting faith where it's devil's work
But your hazel eyes
Seemed angel like
Caught me by surprise
When I was lingering in life
It was your mother's birthday
You didn't even look at my face
I thought you were shy, but that wasn't you, I
Read between the lines
So
I saw your mask swap faces
You never really had good intentions
You screwed it real hard, but you know what? now I'm
I'm washing my hands of it
Now I'm driving my car, empty pockets
To the place where I first met your stride
And I'm taking a turn right before it
To a place where the sun blinds my eyes
And I don't need to know where you've been to
And I don't need your hands on my thighs
And I know, it was fun, but you weren't the one
Cause no con artist has ever won
How ironic is it
That the only thing
That "you've" done well
Is something that I did?
How ironic is it
That this song that we made up
Would be just what you did?
Just what you did
So now I'm
Now I'm driving my car, empty pockets
To the place where I first met your stride
And I'm taking a turn right before it
To a place where the sun blinds my eyes
And I don't need to know where you've been to
And I don't need your hands on my thighs
And I know, it was fun, but you weren't the one
Cause no con artist has ever won
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