This is a song about "Make song"

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Were gonna end this song while

Instead of singin' the same song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Most times when a liquor all gone

Can barely finish a song

See, with you, i never see it wrong

This is the end of my fucking song

This is my break-up song,

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

Left side, left side

Fuck you know this song might

Your still gunna make it into my song,

I know the world gets cold and the days get long