A disaster waiting to happen With your smooth lines and hypnotic ways Told you I love you and you told me about cars Should have known that your hands on my hips And your tongue in my mouth didn't mean forever I was your little play thing Wind me up and let me go; I'll just come back for more I always loved the way your hands grabbed tight Onto the curve in my waist You always were the type of cocaine to be Laced with rat poison; So destructive.
My eyes burn The words you spoke More destructive then the cigarettes Lungs filled with chemicals; 4,000 Your promises mean nothing Lies were all that was there I hope you remember my kiss With every grad you promised you had stopped You were just a summer fling Gone disgustingly good. Horribly bad.