I should've known that you'd get bored
Left me hanging around
I feel bad but I want more
Thirty first night I felt the floor
You said it was different
Now my mind wonders who you told
Twisting, turning into something I am not
If looks could kill
Do not look me in the eyes
With these tears I'll wipe the floor
Pushing through dusk again
Wishing I could feel something more
Stumbling traffic in my core
She's fixing to drive straight through
Leaving a hole for something new
Twisting, turning into something I am not
If looks could kill
Do not look me in the eyes
If looks could kill
Do not look me in the eyes