And I Where do you get inspiration? Where do you find your And what motivates me to hold hand? And I don't want you to see all things I hide When you were holding my hands I didn't I'd die
And I Why do you make that midnight When you me out to hang dry? Well this is tightening And I don't you to see all these things I hide When you were holding my I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all these things I you were holding my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all things I hide, yeah
You couldn't tell me that this was the that you could do And now you've left me to hang all alone And she for me In her Sunday dress, with pink and white
You shut me out When you're the one changed your mind You couldn't change your I was sitting here alone
If you should die you ask me, how am I If you should die before you ask me for my If you should die you ask me, if I'd die If I'd die you
She's but she's got a gun, yeah She'll hand it and then she'll run, yeah pull the trigger, yeah I'll pull the trigger, I'll her up, yeah I'll her up, bang
I want you perfection I want to see your I you sexy psychotic So I can see your
And I Where do you get your Where do you find your And what me to hold your hand? this isn't working I thought the breath that you bring give me life
And she's a mellow She thought I was romantic But then the gun off And now I've you to bleed here all alone And I look so In your dress laced with pink and white