Rare Americans
Under My Skin
[Verse 1]
I really wanna work it out again
But I'm tired of letting you get under my skin
Do I really want to work it out, its been... ya
Such a roller coaster this whole time
Why the fuck can't I get you off my mind
Maybe I should have listened to the signs... ya
[Verse 2]
You begged and you borrowed
Like there's no tomorrow
You sat and complained
About the size of my place
You had every excuse
You were loose with the truth
I offered a truce
In that mall Photo Booth
I like a clean place
You invaded my space
Your mess never rests
Now that that's off my chest
But I still love you... fuck!
[Verse 3]
A shitty old tour bus ride
Different views, opposite sides
Do I really wanna keep it up, this grind? Ya...
It was never easy, you and me
How could it be, we only met briefly
You said you had a lot on your plate lately... ya
[Verse 4]
I lied to my friends
"I won't call her again"
My brain lights up insane
At a text from your name
You came in my room
You smelled of perfume
You took off your clothes
I went holy fuck wow!
Was new in that department
What a way to start it
My life will never be the same, Sadie Jane
And your to blame... fuck!