Back Seat. from GHOSTS by Cherryweather

You turned up at the party surrounded by your crew,
You were so beautiful, I couldn't look at you.
And just as you were leaving, I tried a way to break through,
I was so pitiful I couldn't look at you

Bad blood, I'm a one of a kind, on the back seat,
bangin' my head on the same wall til the end of time.

I'd like to think I'm special,
but that would be untrue
I know I'm nothing special,
not compared to you.
When you showed up at the party
I missed my opportunity
Like a stupid young boy one year into puberty.
I couldnt look at you

Bad blood, I'm a one of a kind. On the back seat
Bangin' my head on the same wall til the end of time.

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