Camille Dior (Interlude)

Girl we might not make it home tonight ,
We know that it's wrong but it feel so right,
I lthink I picture our candle light,
Are we still in love in the afterlife?
Tell me if this is real hey,
And I don't know how I feel,
But girl I know that it's killing me,
Girl you use to be my road dog,
Call me everyday tell me to pull up,
Every time I kiss ya lips they so soft,
But the love was fake and I feel so dumb,
I feel so done.