Barcelona

You look good
But you don't look great
She's got you saying things on tape
You wouldn't tell your best of friends
You think this cycle never ends
Until you are old
It's sad, just how old you are
If you make it out alright
If you make it up for air
I promise you I won't go
Before the sun gets to rise
I'll ask this one more time
Will you have me in spite of her?
She has told you what she'd bring
You're entertained by lesser things
You've got to step it up a bit step it a bit more until
You're sure there's nothing left inside to hurt this pretty mind
Cause pretty eyes will see right through you
She'll find out
She'll break down