Dylan - Guilty lyrics
[Dylan - Guilty lyrics]
Damn, another teen stupid ass party
Sugar on the counter in the lobby
Empty cups and empty brains
The corner, sitting on my own just to avoid them
Hitting on each other out of boredom
But I don't want to play that game
Silly little girls in their pretty little dresses
Little bit excessive
I see the boys are getting desperate
They're so fucking sexist
Show me the exit
This is my guilty pleasure
I know that I'm no better than this
There's so much guilt in pleasure
Find myself caught in dangerous bliss
Wish I could hide it, get so frustrated
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
There's someone on the floor in the kitchen
He's the one who takes what he's given
So everybody knows his name
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Silly little girls in their pretty little dresses
Little bit excessive
I see the boys are getting desperate
They're so fucking sexist
Show me the exit
This is my guilty pleasure
I know that I'm no better than this
There's so much guilt in pleasure
Find myself caught in dangerous bliss
Wish I could hide it, get so frustrated
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
Now when we grow up
Will we give it up?
Would we have had enough?
And tell me will we be much better than
Silly little girls in their pretty little dresses?
Little bit excessive
I see the boys are getting desperate
They're so fucking sexist
Show me the exit
This is my guilty pleasure
I know that I'm no better than this
There's so much guilt in pleasure
Find myself caught in dangerous bliss
Wish I could hide it, get so frustrated
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
Sugar on the counter in the lobby
Empty cups and empty brains
The corner, sitting on my own just to avoid them
Hitting on each other out of boredom
But I don't want to play that game
Silly little girls in their pretty little dresses
Little bit excessive
I see the boys are getting desperate
They're so fucking sexist
Show me the exit
This is my guilty pleasure
I know that I'm no better than this
There's so much guilt in pleasure
Find myself caught in dangerous bliss
Wish I could hide it, get so frustrated
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
There's someone on the floor in the kitchen
He's the one who takes what he's given
So everybody knows his name
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Silly little girls in their pretty little dresses
Little bit excessive
I see the boys are getting desperate
They're so fucking sexist
Show me the exit
This is my guilty pleasure
I know that I'm no better than this
There's so much guilt in pleasure
Find myself caught in dangerous bliss
Wish I could hide it, get so frustrated
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
Now when we grow up
Will we give it up?
Would we have had enough?
And tell me will we be much better than
Silly little girls in their pretty little dresses?
Little bit excessive
I see the boys are getting desperate
They're so fucking sexist
Show me the exit
This is my guilty pleasure
I know that I'm no better than this
There's so much guilt in pleasure
Find myself caught in dangerous bliss
Wish I could hide it, get so frustrated
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?
I don't want to get better
Does that make me a guilt confessor?