Steal a care on a dare
Dump it in the Minho River
You think we're Bonnie and Clyde
But both of them fucking died
I think you're mid-July
Smoke you as hot as a crack pipe
I wanna love you but we'd just fight
I know you'd kill me and that's not right
Pretend that you can hold a gun
And I'll pretend that you're the only one
I've ever shot, you're in or you're not
Just show me how to pick your locks
On the street I see you walking ahead
I take a picture of the back of your neck
I won’t do it to myself again
I won’t do it to myself again
I see you bend down matching a grave
But that’s a very grave thing to say
Out of place, out of take
Maybe this is all a mistake
So this devil in me is you
This dark love's a kind of glue
A black mass, a sick stab
Something that I didn’t choose
