Through the glass I'm dilated I need a change in the weather too but I been talked around the town But I'm not sorry for nobody
Who runs over the middle man Your nemesis could shush your maker I bend the knee on faded paint Tough luck with a token grimace
I didn't crawl on hands and knees for You to breeze through a mystery yeah Fight or flight, I should have known You'd pick the bone at the clap of daybreakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
