A bar top divided with a stare at long eyes to hear ears hung on, a question that it might not work last call, somewhere should i go home or stay here hold me up dear a toast to the one who poured out my regrets a call to air, I'll intake one last I'll follow you home Don't hold me up if your arms are breaking I can't tell you enough It's discouraging when you say Please hear me out with a curse to accent The sentences you make The sentences that make me ask A silence recited as my voice just distorts in her ears Rung out Obsessive that she might solve all her problems Should I hold on to my fears Hear me out dear A toast Everything you ever wanted died in the bottom of a bottle You will never stomach but you will never throw it up A version of a virgin purified by a bleeding heart you ruined my life And it's neverending This air spoiled by the times when you were here And I feel like trying a new design where your heart is put in a case And I find that the beating just breaks down the walls Hold me up dear Should I go home or stay here Hold me up dear Should I hold on to my fearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
