Lame

You so damn pretty
Let me scratch your back
Let me get that smack when I bite my nails again
Let you hold my ugly hands
Even though I understand why you left
I can’t tell no lies
The memories feel nice

But I been hanging with the homies they got me
Wandering through places that we’ve been to
Makes me wonder ‘bout the miles on your shoes
In the pouring rain, feels blue
I’m so lame, it’s true
Yea I
I guess I feel just fine

Let you squeeze my back
Lay your head on my chest and I shut the lights again
Only do it cause you ask
Even though I can’t sing
I still did it when I wrote these lines
The memories feel nice

No more
No more
No more
No more

(Hey Kid, love gon’ get you killed, love gon’ get you killed...)

Pouring rain, feels blue
I’m so lame, it’s true
Yea I
I guess I feel just fine

No more
No more
No more
No more
Yea

(Just take me back to the summer already... Nah that’s bullshit)

Pouring rain, feels blue
I’m so lame, it’s true
Yea I
I guess I feel just fine