yours

Baby, I made it
And now missing you just feels like
Sumn I'm made with
It's the dullest aches on long drives
Through the matrix
And I'm just one red pill away from
Saying I hate it
And I'm gonna change it
I've been skating
So I guess that means I'm good now
Sunset painted Hollywood
With crowds and clouds around and down
My hatred
For superficiality
I'm achin'
For your sweet fragrance
If I did wrong before
Is this the payment
If I didn't deserve to be yours
Well, that's okay then
The moral of the chocolate liqueur
Chucked around the basement
If I didn't deserve to be yours
Then that's the statement
You could just say that
I know
(Missin' you)
(Made it, made it)
(Missin' you)
I know
(Made it)
(Missin you)
(Made it, made it)
I know
(Made it)
(Missin' you)
(Made it, made it)
(Missin' you)
I know
(Made it)
(Made it)
(Missin' you)