Like the devil, you’re the worst one
You give me the first taste
There’s beauty on the way down
You could see it post-haste
You don’t have to wonder why
You just gotta let it be
Possibilities, baby
Put a cover on my eyes, anticipation is crazy
You know it gets better, better, better
I know that you go wild and you know no one’s coming to save me
So it only gets better, better, better
I come around for the badness
Stick around for the madness, front row seats to you
She’s not the kind of girl that you wanna meet
She’s just the kind of girl that you do
And you know it’s nothing serious
She’s here to work, work
She don’t give a damn about you
She’s got a job, her job, she’s got a job to do
Space ships and karma, are all I give a fuck about
Streetlights and armour are all I need to make the route
And this is what I’m feeling now, send me home full of doubt
Follow up with a text saying
“We only get lost at your discretion, alone just you and me
You’re the only one who understands my nature
Our way home is off our feet, so I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. ”
And I guess I never learn
All this time and all this effort, you’d think I like getting burned
But the story on the pages, yeah they all remain unturned
But I still don’t give a fuck because I know
Back and forth
Go to work like a hobby
Connect the dots on her body
And it ain’t over yet
