Two hands They are armed again The way your mouth bends and breaks Like you were getting away with something
In my dreams, I am driving drunk again In my dreams, you are chasing me, knife in hand In my dreams, I like us better Where I am bold, and you are honest
In between everything You will think about the way Her shoulders shake in the dream you had Where you cut off your hands So you would stop staring at them And begging them Begging them to stayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.