The people are swinging while I make my decision
As to whether or not to avoid this collision
I want to take my time, I want to feel the grind
I want to hit the ground running and leave you crying
I want to hit him in his face for three
I want to make sure he ain't getting home for tea
Shooting stars are all I see
As the demons of the night are creeping up on me
On me
Now I'm looking at you and I'm feeling all weak
I got my hands on my knees and I can barely breathe
See me thinking about all the shit I've done
This is nothing new and I've been having fun
I want to hit him in his face for three
I want to make sure he ain't getting home for tea
Shooting stars are all I see
As the demons of the night are creeping up on me
On me
