Sounded like a seagull, turned out to be a siren
Not the good kind, red and blue swine
I've got too many problems, they never seem to end
It all depends on what you call a problem
And when you meet your ending will Peter be demanding
One more question like what about the women
Leaving on your arm, did she let you drive her car
How did you handle it, probably fucked it up 'n' shit
Ice cream covers both your arms hiding all them pretty scars
The ones worn as a prize, text me, babe, come back inside
Clutched tight in memory, it's so hard not to be there
Lost in a fearsome tumult, longing becomes too tremendous
Please, overlook these filthy rags stupid quarrels
And let's play, I didn't know what to say
When she brought him to our wedding, guess I was fucking laughing
I remember every (?) everything (?)
I was a (?) all back down with fucking laughing
I ain't (?)
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(?) I meet you later, (?) I meet you later
