If you want this pain i′ll tell u my secrets
Make you cry then turn up the speakers
Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors
Go back there and fuck on the bleachers

Saw your face yesterday now i′m feeling like trash
Got a lit cigarette laying right on the dash
I don't look down moving on think i'm going too fast

It′s a shot in the dark but we can′t just be friends
Feels alright when it starts but i know how it ends
We'll make it work til you′re cold and you hate me again

But if you want this pain i'll tell u my secrets
Make you cry then turn up the speakers
Drive all night, pretend we′re still seniors
Go back there and fuck on the bleachers

But if you want this pain i'll tell u my secrets
Make you cry then turn up the speakers
Drive all night, pretend we′re still seniors
Go back there and fuck on the bleachers

How can something so bad for you feel so fucking right?
How come the sex is so good after our worst fucking fights?
I'll give you all that i have if you would stay one more night

I'll play with your heart, maybe i′ll take it too far
And you′ll start losing your shit
Then start to walk to your car It happens every time
I know you don't wanna leave me

But if you want this pain i′ll tell you my secrets
Make you cry then turn up the speakers
Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors
Go back there and fuck on the bleachers

But if you want this pain i′ll tell you my secrets
Make you cry then turn up the speakers
Drive all night, pretend we're still seniors
Go back there and fuck on the bleachers

Writer(s): Keith Varon, Taylor Lacour<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com