He
Danced a storm with the devil
You can hear my mom mourn
“Das all types of fucked up”
He
Doesn’t know I know
He’s
Tearing himself down
A dude walks down a line
And falls into a dark place
He
Can’t get out

We
Get along like tequila and limon
He
Makes scholarships cry
But
He
Threw it all away
He
Partied like crazy
He
threw it all away
He
Is slowly building up
slowly but surely
He
Starts to love
Himself
Ever since that day
He
Will never be the same
He
Danced
With the devil