HORROR TEA ROOM

Sarah smiles like sarah doesn’t care 
She lives in her world so unware 
Does she know that my destiny lays with her?

I see your lips, I just can’t hear the sound

Make me promise that I will never tell

Pretty girl, call me when you’re sober

What a crazy world, pretty little girl

Let your private emotion come to me

If you’re leaving will you take me with you? I’m tired of talking on my phone

Do you really think I’m made of stone baby?
C’mon!

There is one thing I could never give you, my heart will never be your home

She makes me melt like a popsicle on the fourth of July