gives you hell

I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face and it never feels out of place and you're still probably working at a nine to five pace, I wonder how bad that tastes,  when you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. now where's your picket fence, love?and where's that shiny car?and did it ever get you far?you've never seemed so dense, love.
I've never seen you fall so hard, and do you know where you are? and truth be told, I miss you and truth be told, I'm lying.



Camila Castro