Boy For The Weekend Đã duyệt

i got my eye on the ceiling you throw my pants on the floor i was just thinking ‘bout leaving we shouldn’t speak anymore i’m crawling into your collarbones where love is impossible but i can be your boy for the weekend and i know i’m supposed to let u go but i’m weak you call my phone and come on over just to dirty the sheets well you float like a butterfly, sting like a bullet and your pretty face is making me do things that i shouldn’t i just wanna feel alive tonight light me up like i’m a firefly in the shadows where the spiders hide getting high on your desire then you tell me we should lay down sweat is dripping from my face now only love me from the waist down such a pretty little liar