This is the moment Forgive me Undress me Wait in your mom's car, the backseat is empty Your old gym shoes, open windows, but you're too cold, you're an asshole Biting my nails cause you like them long Write me a poem With flowers and me Can I be pretty Spend all your money Buy me a house Away from the city Bail me out Bail me out Your sister, she told me, not to be Over dramatic, over romantic, oh it's a habit But you like it I know you like it cause you don't fight it Write me a poem With flowers and me Can I be pretty Spend all your money Buy me a house Away from the city Bail me out Bail me out Bail me out Bail me out Write me a poem With flowers and me Can I be pretty Bail me out Bail me out