cause you dont have what isnt yours
you wont find out before theres a tomorrow
and i wont let you get the best of me
little lies and big brown eyes,
what happens here stays here.
A place for you to hide,
I'm all in on 15 red.
Angel face your devil's hand is nimble and heavy.
That liar's warm caress and telling mark upon your chest.
I'm Trying to remember
the way I felt when this decade waste of time began.
I wish I could forget her,
and I'm wishin with every breath I've got to give.
If there was something that you thought could make you whole again. A stupid song a pen, some paint a week, a month, a year. I'd lock in step and follow you until my feet were useless. I'd lay there where I fell and wait for your return. I promise you.