~Stick to Me
Wear me out like Prada, devil in my detail I swear it's getting harder even just to exhale Backed up into corners, bitter in the lens, I'm Sick of trying to hide it every time they take mine And if you don't think I mean it, then I understand But I'm still glad you came, so let me see those hands So stick to me, stick to me like caramel Walk beside me till you feel nothing as well Falling free of the final parallel The sweetest dreams are bitter, but there's no one left to tell Mood