Wish

Conversing too late I'll tug on your shirt sleeves Get my wish fulfilled I guess No paradise You're mine Oh, my dearest Don't you throw me care Nothing is promised I'll just laugh it off I cannot stand you Won't you tell me why? I'll spit on your reasons Vanity be damned But maybe I'll keep your face Where I don't belong At least that's how it feels But I'd be so right And you'd be good for me Yeah, I'd be good to you, bitch Don't you throw me spite Nothing is sacred I'll just laugh it off I cannot stand you Won't you tell me why? I'll trample your reasons Vanity be damned I hope I forget your face