Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out So kiss me on the rollercoaster At the top, we're getting closer To ambiguity on if we're friends And your father wouldn't recommend You hang with me and play pretend Guess I'm not really clear on who you are But if I knew When we were sitting in your car Screaming at the stars That I should have made a move Would we have gotten far? I hate modern art But can I be your muse? ♪ Yeah, I won't run Go ahead and fuck me up I said, "I want some, some of that broken love" Okay, I wont r-r-r-run Yeah, the boy a broken gun Shoot me in the face, I'm done Shoot me in the face, I'm d-d-d-d-d-done But if I knew When we were sitting in your car Screaming at the stars That I should have made a move Would we have gotten far? I hate modern art But can I be your muse?