Bruises

You got the bands and the CTS-V Cadillac
You got the mans and the fans no need to holla back
I see you, see you
They want to be you, be you
They can't hold candles up to you
You on the mantle with the view
You get a buzz from the rooftops
Higher than you were with me
Making plans at our pitstop
Rolling in a limousine
I see you, see you
They want to be you, be you
They can't appreciate your view
Don't know a lot of guys like you

When the winter takes you from the fall
I hope it makes you happy
I remember waiting by your door
You said I made you happy
One by one
Forsaken after-all
I hope he makes you happy
Solitude like bruises
I want more
They seem to make me happy