Patchwork

Clothes off

He needs to come through or cut me off

I understand why he hesitates

Go home

I'd rather be alone than soaked in sweat

Taking a dose to make me forget

Fell back into the hotel

Underneath the same lights

Eye contact was the last thing I wanted

While you looked like that

Jumped into the water

Let the iPhone speaker blaring

I can feel their eyesights glaring, classic

Glossed up and getting wasted

This is not my last masterpiece

I am Michelangelo

I still don't know how you feel about us

Boys in the backseat are talking about us

Cold sweat, coke head

I forgot your name in the same place last time

No thanks

Cold sweat, coke head

I forgot your name in the same place last time

No thanks

There's some men out there on the floor

Watching me lose myself to disco music

There's some men out there on the floor

Watching me lose myself to disco music

There's some men out there on the floor

Watching me lose myself to disco music

There's some men out there on the floor

Watching me lose myself to disco music