|Lyrics:||my heart is on my sleeve. wear it like a bruise or blackeye. my badge, my witness that means that i|
believed every single lie you said (and learned from the best. every pane of glass that your pebbles
tap and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention that i still hate you but
there's a light on in chicago and i know i should be home. all the colors of the streetlights, they
remind me of the pick-up truck in front of your neighbor's house. whose the sucker when i'm at your
house and you're talking to him but "missing me" loaded words (and loaded friends) are loaded guns
to our head. you want apologies, girl you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever.
the only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips "i hope they taste of me forever"