ABRA - Unwise

Is it a darkwave
Is it a wipeout
Is it a heavy current
Who turned the lights out
And there will never be enough salt in the sea
To clean me
You make me feel like a real bad
I don’t mind if it’s only right right now
The sands of time make demands of mine
And id rather spend it unwise
Its fine its fine
Id rather spend it unwise
I don’t wanna make that choice
Hands up on my neck
And you let you take my voice
Let me lay back in the black
In the dank of my room
Smoke screen and the sweat
And you
You make me feel like a real bad girl
You make me feel like a real bad girl
You make me feel like a real bad
A real bad
A real bad
I don’t mind if you’re only right right now
The sands of time make demands of mine
And id rather spend it unwise
Its fine its fine
Id rather spend it unwise
Want it so bad making me work
Want it so bad making me hurt
Want it so bad making me work
Want it so bad making me hurt
I don’t mind if you’re only right right now
The sands of time make demands of mind
And id rather spend it unwise
Its fine its fine
I'd rather spend it unwise