Testo Doomsday Buttercup

Cut out your heart
Does it feel the same as when we were young?
Get in the car
Let’s go get destroyed on Parisian roads

I've done too much
Biting my tongue
It's really hard to be alone
Please take my keys
I don't need to drive home
Buckle my knees
For miles
Afraid of the open road

Take my clothes off
Bury my face
It's nice to know you're here to stay
Butter me up
Butter me up
Butter me up
Butter me up