If todays beginnings were
yesterdays endings
and tomorrows goodbyes
were just last weeks
hello's
the worlds chaotic understandings
of what love and like
and lust and fantasy are
we'll just always be last night's
one timer-knock her up- and leave her
dont stick around-she's just trash to me
i'll never love her- its okay she'll understand
society's views of loving and losing
i'm just get away car in your little
hit 'em up while im on the way to crushing
you're delicate heart hit and run sort of deal