Vice

I was so young, I was so dumb

I was caught in my ways, so hung

You were so real, I was so numb

We were the deal until you got sprung

You and I were like a forcefield, so real

A firefly, so feel

And we talked like all night, no way

Back seat, skyline, third wheel

And the storms came that night, I see 'em

Holy, he was baptized by demons

In a room full of back doors, no heaters

Solely, he was made for the readers