Band-Aid

A lotta things are like an old band-aid Should just yank it, but we peel it nice and slow Think we kinda like the pain, in it we wade Things used to be pro bono, now their quid pro quo She’s mastered façade, playin’ games like an arcade She loves me, she loves me not, swayin’ to and fro Probably should evade, but for you I'd wait a decade Your love is my drug, feenin', feel like I'm in skid row Still feelin' like someone else would be a downgrade Cut off my ear for you, call me Vincent Van Gogh Serenade, I'll be by your side til I'm old & decayed There's so much room to grow, girl we have no plateau