Car rides to malibu, strawberry ice cream
We broke up a month ago
Oh the things i did just so i could call you mine
I wore make up when we dated
Cause you said forever now i drive alone past your street
god, i wish that i could do that
Brown guilty eyes and little white lies
I want it to be, like, messy
deja vu
drivers license
favorite crime
good 4 u
brutal
enough for you
happier
traitor