pretty in pink
you made me a pawn
and you ain't even playing along
the volume's turned up when the stereo's on
and now everyone's scared like i'm carrying bombs
i'm the man
a comedian too
i ain't on this date for love
babe
i'm eating your food
don't get your hopes up
i ain't leaving with you
i must've lost my name tag that says i'm easy to lose
why are you trying text 10 friends that you left my bed this morning?
to impress i'm sure
when i don't know why
i'm just depressed ol' morgan
with my desk recorder and my thoughts
what does love cost? probably too much
la girls blow and hollywood sucks and
everyone is fake or a hater or just a judge
thanks!" see you later i'll make it up and i'll blush