Before I Get into this rash incursion
I needed to prepare for the consequences
of the facts
'Cause it's logical to expect
She's a pretty wasted sample of perfection
A bunch of lost arts inside a single person
She's a mess
that I really want to care
I'm walking on a string
And nothing can refrain me
When I still thinks she's the one
I was dragged into her scented trap
While I listen Elvis whispering
"what I lovely way to burn"
It's the place that I want to belong
She's the diamong taken from the broken ring
The sign that tells me everything I used to hear
She's the craziest deal
that I believe
I'm walking on a string
And nothing can refrain me
When I still thinks she's the one