I was watching when you lost direction And I saw you when the headlights died You were standing at the edge of a train wreck Twisted up inside I tried
I've been watching while you sleep, baby. Hoping I'm the only to frequent your dreams. I can't another breath without feeling the regret of my jealously
I never wished to be seduced But that never seemed to stop you With every kiss, I felt the helplessness Hypnotizing, paralyzing me What the hell is going
Be kind when you rewind the story how the two of us Sometimes you wish it was a little more mysterious When you look at me with your cinematic eyes I
I am unbreakable but it looks like I could sometime soon And you are unreachable about as possible as me touching the moon I am unraveling unbearably
It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar. That's the way it feels when I see him touching her. It's like falling face first into a bed of broken
Yeah he's a looker, but I really think it's guts that matter most. I displayed them for you, strewn out about from coast to coast. I am easily make
paws caused a nightmare Simply put you don't deserve a single thing you own I won't quit until I snap right through the bone Let me hear you beg Or I'll take the other
play those Lay-Low's what they called him, his head baldin Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings
seen nobody play those Laylow what they called him His head bald and Sippin cappuchino spilled to his silk suits Lap was scalding Laugh was vulgar Canvas
society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise See when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining, our spines twists me to kneeling Spilling like the moonlight on
wont ever find my parallel I cant afford to keep my balance on your carousel Don't forget about the money you owe me baby The high road doesn't satisfy like any other
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight
Every day, all the time. I've got my back up against your bed. You've got your hands around my neck, and this mattress is our canvas where we spill our
