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