Une chanson qui chante comme d'habitude avec sa voix dange
Im like a lawyer with the way I'm always trying to get you off (me+you)
Last years wishes are this year's apologies every last time I come home I take my last chance to burn a bridge or two I only keep myself this sick in the head cause I know how the worlds get you (off)
we're the new face of failure prettier and younger but not any better off bullet proof loneliness at best at best Me and you setting in a honeymoon of I woke up next to you Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bare to keep out of the woods But I love a tree I used to lay beneath kiss teeth stained red From A sour bottle baby girl with eyes the size of baby worlds The best way to make it through with hearts and wrists in tact Is to realize two out of tree aint't bad...


