emma, u up?

I still love you
I still love you
Stay round, put your cigarette out
Got your lipstick stains all over my mouth
Fuck you, whoa
Baby fuck you, whoa
Stay now like you never walked down
Need a rockstar girl to sort me out
Like you, whoa
Like you, whoa
I still love you
Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
I’ll see ya later, I want
Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
I think you hate what you want
Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
I’ll see ya later, I want
Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
I think you hate what you want
Came home to you waiting there
Said I changed too much and you hate my hair
Told my old self that you missed me
But I know that you’ll be listening, oh
I fell asleep in my jeans again
And the morning feels so lonely, now you’re never here
But your nose said I was wrong
But you miss me when I’m gone
I still love you
Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
I’ll see ya later, I want
Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
I think you hate what you want
Blonde hair like chamber, she thinks I’m gracious
I’ll see ya later, I want
Cars, clothes, and stay in touch, your dreams are faint but
I think you hate what you want