Vengeance Isnt The Right Word - текст песни
Vengeance Isn't The Right Word
In the morning I'll be,
Too tired to wake,
From counting constelations I renamed.
One for every mistake.
They're all named after you.
I've acquired a taste,
For making the same mistakes.
Because baby I'm a mess!
You don't want to clean up,
Said you've had enough.
We won't be eighteen much longer.
This is getting harder.
Eyes like a target,
Is all you've become,
Like second hand smoke,
To a lover's lungs,
You're killing me now,
You're killing me now,
A saint without sin,
And a diamond ring,
Pawned for lust,
And a broken dream,
You're killing me now,
You're killing me now.
Telling me that it's all over,
Try and hold you so close while looking over my shoulder.
Too many nights of being sober,
Did it fade away? Because we just got older.
So break down,
And make a scene.
We'll make all the papers,
And magazines.
And they'll forecast your mood,
On the ten o'clock news.
Eyes like a target,
Is all you've become,
Like second hand smoke,
To a lover's lungs,
You're killing me now,
You're killing me now,
One last kiss to leave me senseless,
Not pretty just make this painless,
One last kiss to,
Leave me out
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