I made a sinner from a saint somehow she's better that way
She drinks the night away to ease the pain, reminds me of me
She's making no sense
Such a nuisance
Starting to waste my time
If I knew better
Would've left her
Now I'm on in five
Before I'm on stage
Her hands all on me
I think she noticed
I find it hard to change my state of mind
Her lips are staining my t shirt
And on my conscience
Blacked out as she makes a move first
She's so pretentious
Back stage she takes me away
Goes down on me
Drives me insane
So much for having to leave her
She's just my type
I'm waking up to empty promises and wasted time
I'll keep it classified if not I'll get no peace of mind
Cocaine colored t shirt on, a Hollywood affair
A face off a magazine
In a narcissistic industry
Empty vices
Indecisive
My face is numb
Now I find it hard to change my state of mind
Her lips are staining my t shirt
And on my conscience
Blacked out as she makes a move first
She's so pretentious
Back stage she takes me away
Goes down on me
Drives me insane
So much for having to leave her
She's just my type
She's just my type
She's just my type