Old Flame

You knew in five minutes - But I knew in a sentence You knew in five minutes - But I knew in a sentence So why do we go - through all of this again? Your eyes are flutterin' - Such pretty wings. A moth, flyin' into the - Same old flame again It never ends It's not like I dropped the bomb, on my conscience mom It takes fightin' day and night to make such a good thing die Out, everyone out - I give too much shit a home In my heart and mind - It gets me every time So why do we go - Through all this shit again Your eyes are Flutterin' - Such pretty wings. A moth flyin' into me -The same old flame again