brandon

Your mind is a labyrinth And you always smell like cigarettes You're really bad at talking But you're really good at sex You always kept a baggie With two grams in your wallet And a dollar bill rolled in a circle Stuck inside your pocket (Mmm) Once you spent 12 hours Counting coins you found inside your couch Then you drove to Galveston And got held at gunpoint with your friends I'm glad you're not dead We always snuck out late at night So your parents wouldn't guess We took a ride down Kingwood Dr Windows down going real fast I kinda hope we crash