We were painting each other's faces, with the spit of our fights, again
We were painting each other's faces, with the spit of our fights, again
We were standing back to back, comparing our heights, again
We were standing back to back, comparing our heights, again
I don't think that you-oo-oo, understand
I don't think that you-oo-oo, understand
The way
The way
That you, come apart in my hands
That you, come apart in my hands