from a kissing booth on wheels this sign is pretty poison on the envelope she seals and your love is by the way who knows exactly how she feels without you, it's torture
You climb into your rocket ship and count from ten to one there's no television coverage for that loser on the run you hide yourself in darkness but we're heading for the sun
without you, yeah torture without you, it's torture Tighter and tighter and tighter soon
with a party full of lies and on the tenth floor smokin till the sun's about to rise can't you see it in my eyes
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