So be it what it is
Just give it time and try your best to smile
You give her lengths of love
But the party is gone, the party is gone
We fall into a candy wall
Evening slime, what a waste of time
Even though you still get by
Searching for the things that make [bad word] alive
 [bad word] down to this
It's why you're here
Oh, why you walk
We fall into a candy wall
Holding hands
Well, that's the style
It goes back many years
These gamut boys
Millionaires
Take me on a ride
I like you well enough to give you lovers' arc

Her streak survives, in the night
(I hope [bad word] after all)