It feels so good to be confident
And it's so damn convenient
With this fancy tequila
And sucking somebody's cigarette

Don't know who I am dancing with
Hands on me, got my hands on them
And I'm not used to compliments
In this part of Los Angeles

Puff, Puff, Pas

It's all a blur, it's all I know
You poisoned me, no antidote
Won't set me free, won't let me go

I feel the paint, I feel the void
I'm not sure I have a choice
Too tangled up to know anymore
You fill me up to pour me out
You build me up just to break me down

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