Now you make me feel like a sinner
for crimes that i never commit

you sneak to escape the crime scene
while i bury feelings that wont be admit

Not much of a Bonnie and Clyde
youre just a lousy singer chanting lies

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞