| I've been thinking about the way you hold me lately | |
| On a bus, my head, near Missouri | |
| All the things we done, don't matter much if at all | |
| It's over now | |
| Would you hustle, | |
| would you break me off some bread | |
| Maybe I'll just get baked here in bed | |
| Remember all the cradling and touching | |
| It's always the same | |
| This will be our last prom | |
| All your little love songs | |
| All the time we spent in the Dollar General | |
| (I would love you for always) | |
| Picking out the gifts for your little niece | |
| (I know that she'll love it) | |
| I wonder if they got the wrong opinion | |
| (a picture lasts longer) | |
| The way they looking at me | |
| This will be our last prom | |
| All your little love songs | |
| This will be our last prom | |
| Full of nothing but silly little love songs | |
| I promise | |
| no matter what we did, in the past, | |
| what you think of, your opinions | |
| I promise, from now, I'll be true | |
| But if you don't trust me girl, that's ok, I understand | |
| It's been a really long road | |
| We've had our ups and downs | |
| So do me this last favor | |
| Me and you | |
| One last prom | |
| Just for me and you | |
| One last prom | |
| I'm ready for you of that bed | |
| I'm showing them Chad's some static | |
| I'm noticing a '10' to the right, | |
| but i'd rather trade up in attics | |
| I burn the needle down red | |
| tryin' to find my credit some debit | |
| when I wake you're Socratic | |
| sold the world, took it back, you're at it Oba | |
| chopped up insisted implied, | |
| i'm on the 10 clicks on a side | |
| seven 38s, heard 'em say your name | |
| up in the bitch debates!! |