- A Writer's Reference
Deep beneath your skin
You know this feels so right to you
But trust me girl with him you don't know
What your getting yourself into
Crawl under the sheets
With an unfamiliar face
It's getting back at me you want,
It's to kill my so called grace
- Better Than Sex
In this bottle, I'm all dressed up for you
In red, my intentions aren't so good
It may take me one miracle
But if you have more I'm sure we could use them
So why do we (why do we), breathe sex like lovers but live like enemies?
Fix me, fix me a new cure for us
- Broken Glass Syndrome тернировка
I did everything you did to me to you
But I'm out of ammunition
So I'll take these words and fire them into your chest
Find a new place for them to rest
Sieze up your insides, tearing your flesh
Open up and let them in
I'll write your name across the wall
- Finished In A Day
cornered with my back against the wall
the lights are dimming by the minute
can someone call my other self
let them know ill be just fine
cornered with my back against the wall
the lights are dimming by the minute
can someone call my other self
let them know ill be just fine
- Ten Fingers Isn't Quite Enough
my arms theyre getting tired
from holding this relationship up
ten fingers isnt quite enough
your heart is getting heavy
- The Next Two Weeks
Caught, in a sea of your lies
I am grateful to be on the other side
So get ready to crossover
Let me take this moment to break the trust
With the ones that you love
It's cold, is this loaded,
Fill me up to the brim I don't want to feel