Is this the end?
I'm throwing rocks at your window for attention
Please just pay me a mind for a minute
Just a minute
It's been a minute
I know your momma hate me, sorry to your mistress
It's not rare for me to figure out the tension
Look at my eyes, sadly filled, don't you mention
We're not finished
Oh, we're not finished
A closed-room, a closed-door
An empty basket, an empty floor
An empty bed, well, I'm sure
An empty mind, an empty more
Fall to the floor
I wish that I was yours
You said you were a whore
But I don't care
What you hear
Baby, I am near
What's else left to fear
Why would you be scared
I'm not here to tear
I'm just here to care
I know that you're lonely
That makes us a pair
Is this the end?
I'm throwing rocks at your window for attention
Please just pay me a mind for a minute
Just a minute
It's been a minute
I know your momma hate me, sorry to your mistress
It's not rare for me to figure out the tension
Look at my eyes, sadly filled, don't you mention
We're not finished
Oh, we're not finished
