You stuck with me, you paid me proof that you were man enough to know what to do you take the time to do it right the was nothing before before you loved
This citys dead i can smell it and im going down as its product if i dont get my hide out alive skin the soul to pay for the ride cuz the gutters give
Try to conceive what it was like to be looking back at my body from the cracks in the ceiling revealing my history to a man who made me turn away as he
I?ve spent more time planning My wake than my wedding Only to find that I won?t be attending Bride to be, hide and seek out for a future Resign me, the
Sometimes I think I've lost What used to be my cost and currency Hop scotch string skipper Just another tongue twister Resistance, resistance The gig
This is what Ive got Ive gotta make the most So ruthless resilient and reeling from all around With so little left its hard enough to breathe Much less
You stuck with me, you paid me proof that you were man enough to know what to do you take the time to do it right the was nothing before before you
Try to conceive what it was like to be looking back at my body from the cracks in the ceiling revealing my history to a man who made me turn away as
