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