I think (I think)
You’re more beautiful than me
I think (I think)
The past hurts
But now I’m here to tell you
I’ll give you a Gucci bag if you erase my doubts
If you sew my holes, if you close my wounds
I don’t love the lights, I don’t love the bullshit
Don’t tell me lies and I’m happier
A Gucci bag, I don’t love the lights
I don’t love the bullshit, don’t tell me lies
If you erase my doubts, if you sew my holes
If you close my wounds, I’m happier
Sorry, I’m sick, but I did the deed
It was hot like the sun that heats the asphalt
I had tact, abruptly I felt wet
After just an intense kiss without touching you
You held on to my sweater like to the ledge
Of that dark grey palace where I rehearsed
Gasping and you were making origami on my neck
Going back home I had your breath on me
You left me breathless like every other time
The climb was tough but death is worse
That panorama view’s legit, it was priceless
It was worth it, but your beauty is better
You’re sorry you had doubts, but you resolved them
I waste all the dark days when I think of everybody
Then I see you and all my bad thoughts vanish
You give me a kiss, tastes like “I love you,” but I can’t tell flavors apart
I think
You’re more beautiful than me
I think
The past hurts
But now I’m here to tell you
I’ll give you a Gucci bag if you erase my doubts
If you sew my holes, if you close my wounds
I don’t love the lights, I don’t love the bullshit
Don’t tell me lies and I’m happier
A Gucci bag, I don’t love the lights
I don’t love the bullshit, don’t tell me lies
If you erase my doubts, if you sew my holes
If you close my wounds, I’m happier
I’ve got to save myself to rescue myself from all the drama (drama)
I’ve also got to watch out for the others (the others)
I don’t want to play chess another time
Or else we’ll come out of this crazy
I want to be wary because of my past
That hasn’t passed after years (after years, yeah)
I don’t want to go to war again
So I lay down my arms (enough)
I think
You’re more beautiful than me
I think
The past hurts
But now I’m here to tell you
I’ll give you a Gucci bag if you erase my doubts
If you sew my holes, if you close my wounds
I don’t love the lights, I don’t love the bullshit
Don’t tell me lies and I’m happier
A Gucci bag, I don’t love the lights
I don’t love the bullshit, don’t tell me lies
If you erase my doubts, if you sew my holes
If you close my wounds, I’m happier