Despite what you think, I can offer you nothing. I’m seasick and strung out and tired of adjusting.
Put your hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Hands on the dashboard where I can see them.
Let me think. Let me think. I’m all backed up. Just let me think.
If you would be my bride the smoke and mirrors of blissful lives will throw the hounds off the scent.
Learn the lines. It’s all I’m asking
We steal what we need and the rest we call love.
Take back the night. Drug the captors and run for your life.
This is not what it seems. Stockholm syndromes just excessive grief
If you leave me, I’m coming with you. I promise you that.
Get out while you’re still gods child.
We are deer in the headlights. Motionless until we’re ripped to shreds.
Stop following me around. Stop following me around.
Learn to lie. That’s all I’m asking.
We steal what we need and the rest we call love.
Take back the night. Drug the captors and run for your life.
This is not what it seems. Stockholm syndromes just excessive grief.
If you leave me, I’m coming with you. I can promise you that.
Get out while you’re still gods child.
Hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Hands on the dashboard where I can see them. Don’t look up. The cheap thrill of our impending doom is all I have.
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