WRONG WAY
Yo, let's go out, don't make a scene.
"It will be fine, I promise, queen."
Fresh start, you say? "No, just fresh air."
And miss me with that hostile glare.
I blow a kiss, the wind blows more
"You hate me now?" "I did before."
The storm picks up, I let you down
"I swear to god, I hope you drown."
Your mood is bad, my plan not great.
"Right, let's go back, it's not too late."
But it's too late, we are too far.
I wish we had stayed in the car.
Tempest raging, your temper too.
"Got fucking water in my shoe."
With freezing hands, you're holding on.
Your hat does not, so now it's gone.
Oh no, I laughed, I crossed a line.
Tears in your face, your fist in mine.
I hold my cheek, you hold me close
to hit again, right on my nose.
The hurri can, but I cannot.
I run a bit and fall a lot.
You're closing in, I'm pointing out
as we get drenched by one more cloud:
"The waterfall goes the wrong way!"
"We always did, cause you're gay."
