di Farro, Williams
PARAMORE
I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here and it makes no sense at all
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
Crush, crush, crush
Crush, crush (two, three, four)
Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two, I was just counting on
That never happens, I guess I’m dreaming again
Let’s be more than this
If you wanna play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let’s play
‘Cause I’d rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute