Guilty fool, young hypocrite
Claimed she
Never gave a shit
About the money
Paintings that you once admired
Bought you,
Now they're in the fire
Felt so righteous, so what, you're so wrong
Bullets miss me to the left
Your love
Is the consequence
I dodged the wrong way
Fought to keep our love intact
Built by
Faulty architects
Just rain more, just made of each other
Walking down a red hallway
A black dress
That reveals your neck
Oh, what I'd do to you
Guilty for the love we made
First touch
Back in seventh grade
A handle, but we remain, yeah yeah