cuz you spin me around
you spin me around
you watch me flare
i could never count in your head
im getting bitter now
back then i used to follow your pen
but i couldnt count in your
will it still feel the same when i wont guilt trip my head?
im doing something that i can
we're like shooting stars
pitiful like in and out
turning up the gas in a burning house
im just doing something that i can n it makes me proud