歌词:
Good evening, miss
All I ever do is wish things were different
This envy is destroying me and it is obvious
I'm looking to put a bullet into the tile floor
Mark this, I want to say something
We were blessed but now I wet my lips
And wait for them to dry
The lust of the dress
The thought of her lips reverent smile
These letters I've wrote are shackled to my chest
Her tantalization
She is misconception
Good evening, miss
