Running with my eyes closed, never really sure about what we are doing, who we love, or who we're screwing. Running with my eyes closed, covering ourselves in bruises, head to toe. Wake up into Mexico.
Dope sick for your split lip. Fully excised by your kiss, and Mama you can eat my wrist 'cause desperation tastes like this does. And I won't apologize for selling other people lies, or Bourbon Whisky in your eyes, or sneaking off into your thighs, and I'm
Running with my eyes closed, never really sure about what we are doing, who we love, or who we're screwing. Running with my eyes closed, covering ourselves in bruises, head to toe. Wake up into Mexico.
Bar stools and bathroom stalls, you can push me up against the walls. I am cigarettes and off ramp roses, wet love bites and crooked noses. And I will get myself caught, push and pull to find the spot. I am checking out and chasing thrills. I know honesty is what really kills, and I'm
Running with my eyes closed, never really sure about what we are doing, who we love, or who we're screwing. Running with my eyes closed, covering ourselves in bruises, head to toe. Wake up into Mexico.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
