Staring at the bright side
Writing all these love songs
Thought I was the best one
But I guess I was wrong
How could you take it back
I need some love in fact
Pop some together
And seeking my heart, it back
As easy to do since you left it with
Back in the summer with you
I've got no clue
What do I do
What do I do
Thought you was true love, that we had f*cked
Showed you my skins
But you tore them inside of the cold
Thought you was true love, that we had f*cked
Showed you my skins
But you tore them inside of the cold
Bright-side, love songs
Best life
Was wrong