And I do you get your inspiration? Where do you find your And what motivates me to hold hand? And I want you to see all these things I hide When you holding my hands I didn't think I'd die
And I Why do you make that drive-by? When you left me out to dry? Well this rope is And I don't you to see all these things I hide you were holding my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all these I hide you were holding my hand I didn't think I'd die And I don't want you to see all these things I hide,
You couldn't me that this was the best that you could do And now you've left me to hang here all And she for me In her Sunday dress, with pink and white
You shouldn't me out When you're the one that changed your You couldn't your mind While I was here alone
If you die before you ask me, how am I If you die before you ask me for my life 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 over and then run, yeah pull the trigger, yeah I'll the trigger, yeah I'll shoot her up, I'll shoot her up,
I you plastic perfection I want to see your I you sexy psychotic So I can see your
And I Where do you get your do you find your motivation? And what motivates me to hold your Sweetness isn't working I thought the breath that you bring would give me
And she's a dramatic She that I was romantic But then the gun off And now I've left you to here all alone And I look so In your Sunday laced with pink and white