The lights out,/ I still hear the rain,/ These images that fill my head,/ Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,/ Tell my voice what it takes,/ To speak up,/ Speak up,/ and keep my conscience clear when I wake./ Don't make this easy,/ I want you to mean it,/ Jasey. (say you mean it)/ You're dressed to kill,/ I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)/ Now there's an aching in my back;/ a stabbing pain that says I lack,/ the common sense and confidence,/ to bring an end to promises,/ that I make in times of desperate conversation,/ hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end./ Just say when./ Don't make this easy,/ I want you to mean it,/ Jasey. (say you mean it)/ You're dressed to kill,/ I'm calling you out, (don't waste your time on me)/ I've never told a lie,/ and that makes me a liar,/ I've never made a bet,/ but we gamble with desire,/ I've never lit a match,/ with intent to start a fire,/ but recently the flames,/ are getting out of control./ Call me a name,/ Kill me with words,/ Forget about me,/ It's what I deserve,/ I was your chance,/ to get out of this town,/ but I ditched the car,/ and left you to,/ Wait outside,/ I hope the air will serve to remind you,/ that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,/ and my words are as timed/ as the beating in my chest.
All Time Low.
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