Watch me, watch me, watch me Pull up to the function with my spirit missing Oh god I know the consequence of my ambition Three days and I won't contemplate an intermission I say my fucking lines and there is no revision I see my fire in the way you move You are the color of my Leo moon The silhouette of love is bulletproof I taste the poison of your avenue Moments of red glow upon a stovetop Baby singing that King Cole until my heart stops C-c-cooking that Christmas in black stock pots L-l-loving the business of Jack Ketch knots I don't wanna think about you I don't wanna think about you Lying's like all that we do I don't wanna make it come true I don't wanna think about you I don't wanna think about you You don't have something to prove I don't have nothing to lose