In a car on the driveway the conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas White lies and motivation, we're standing oh so honestly I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes I think that "I" is the only word in your vocabulary tonight Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead And I shut my hand in your door And I looked around for a lifeline
Well I would rather have a broken arm Than have my arms around you Well I would rather have a broken arm Than have my arms around you
It took a minute or two to gather all my neurotic thoughts Before I started to talk way too loud Loudly I thought to myself "God, how do I find myself here again and again" My same black eyes stare straight ahead as I took my time with a cigarette Fair enough I'm still in love with the false hope of us stabbed inside my chest Let me tell you all about it
'Cause I would rather have a punctured lung Than waste my breath on you Well I would rather have a punctured lung Than waste my breath on you
Although my dear I would rather have a broken hart Than give up hope on you Well I would rather have a broken heart Than give up hope on youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
