Amansworld

Mary is sitting in the backseat of your car

Of your car

It was a man’s world before we met the opposite

Now it’s only dark

Mary said she would be off here

When it starts, when it starts

It should be right but I always think the opposite

Now it’s only dark

And even in the darkest alleys I inhale

I would rather run than I wanted to be yours, alright

And even when you try to conquer I insist

I would rather run than always being yours, alright

Split the sides