Mary is sitting in the backseat of your car, of your car
It was a man’s world before we met the opposite
Now it’s only dark

Mary said she would be off here
When it starts, when it starts
It should be right but I always think the opposite
Now it’s only dark

And even in the darkest alleys I inhale
I would rather run than I wanted to be yours, alright

And even when you try to conquer I insist
I would rather run than always being yours, alright
Split the sides