On a short walk home last night. I felt the ghost of you beside me. Please don't leave as you control the only half that's left of me. My palms on your body distract me from desolate mindsets that urge me to leap. If I fall, Would I survive, or would the gorge just swallow me.
I can walk on the wall, I'm holding it steady. Out of the blue the ghost of somebody I once knew. I need to know if I'm bulletproof. You can try talk me down, the first time of many. I lie every time, and tell you I'm sorry, I'm hurting too. I need to know if I'm bulletproof.
So, we saved up some money and stored it away. But I spent every dime in a fit of rage. It's getting late now, I'll smoke a straight on my out. Then I drank until my mind was numb, And screamed at the top of my lungs, for you. I need to know if you feel it too. As I climb upon these rough stone walls. I'll walk them with no care at all, it's true. I always knew that I was bulletproof.
I'm drowning alive. In the whites of my bloodshot eyes. Could you pick me up and talk me down. 'Cause don't you know I've been waking up alone. In a place that I don't know, and it tears me up. And pretty soon I'll be caving in, and fading out. And pretty soon I'll be caving in, and fading out.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
