High strung
Upset
There's spiders on my neck
High strung
Upset
There's spiders on my neck
Late nights
She's gone
My heart it sinks like stone
Late nights
Cold stares
We never got nowhere
I could've told you
Could've told you
I could've told you
Could've told you
I could've told you
Could've told you
I could've told you
Could've told you