black chanel

yeah

yawns

cold hart baby

ohhh

i don't wanna be with myself

no

wish me well

should tell

yeah

i don't wanna be with myself

i don't wanna be with myself

no

so call me later on

wish me well

cause we getting to the bread can't you tell

so tell me what you want

black chanel

and tell me why my dreams are haunted

why the only girl i ever wanted

blood red hair and a bottle

pocket full of gas

full throttle

all my cars lined up on a pale moon

i told her ride fast cause i leave soon

i'm a pull up lost boy with my fangs out

looking in her eyes but i want her mouth

i don't want this solitude

i just wanna talk with you

i don't want this solitude

i just wanna talk with you

all i want is solitude

counting up these big city blues

all i want is solitude

counting up my big city blues

for you

i don't wanna be with myself

no

so call me later on

wish me well

wish me well

i don't wanna be with myself