I wasn't sure
I was a trampoline
Because
I jump
I like the shit
As the first fact
I met you on your desperate time
Well you know
What's wrong with you
Everything is irrelevant
I'm ok
Now that I'm drained
Sacked by you isn't relevant
Be with you wouldn't be ashamed
Sorry if I am a weirdo guy
But would you call me now
Would you call me now?
Social media
Gets me a pervert boy
Think too much before I act
Cut my wrist
When I'm rushing going to a gig
Bossanova boys
And you told me that
A cat is just two carrots and a head
