Usual play won't be easing my mind
And I gotta find one to care
So I should walk toward my future
But nothing seems to be good there

I don't need no music, cupcakes,
Cameras and glittering nails
Just let me talk to Satan in my bed
Or you take me to paradise instead?

Stop that flattery, it's nothing to me
I really wanna runaway from these
I met you sometimes but at a whim
Cuz what I'm waiting for is a call from him

Standing on the windy cliff
I can just start everything over again
I won't take you with me now
Or you'll never know your own pain