Take my hand
So I can show you my past
I was a trader
I traded people's desires
With the idea of feeling liked
My ego was stroked
Every time I would collect my clothes
I set sail to what it would feel like to love
Not have to stumble at sunrise
Looking for my shoe
The devil put his ear to the door
And I drove in.
Through the fire and ice
Gracing my face with the thought of leaving it behind
Yes you should do the trick
The way you pick your words
that lick off of my weak ability to keep a relationship
I wish she could know
She separates me with the wall she writes on her laptop
I wish she could just tell
Yet this wall separates me from the red eyes I created
The devil is looking through the keyhole
It's raining memories outside
I hope it doesn't scare you
Watch out if you don't have a coat
You will get the cold
From my cold cold heart
The bags which caresses my irises
Watch the memories run down the window
I hope she liked those flowers
I hope she can forget
The kisses that stain her from the Sinclair
Im sorry but I cannot dance with you anymore
My date would get jealous
And I have been exiled to this ballroom
The devil grabs my shoulder
We begin to dance to the mistakes echoed on the mic
The crying
The whaling
That similar tune
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Take my hand
So I can show you my past
I was a trader
I traded people's desires
With the idea of feeling liked
My ego was stroked
Every time I would collect my clothes
I set sail to what it would feel like to love
Not have to stumble at sunrise
Looking for my shoe
The devil put his ear to the door
And I drove in.
Through the fire and ice
Gracing my face with the thought of leaving it behind
Yes you should do the trick
The way you pick your words
that lick off of my weak ability to keep a relationship
I wish she could know
She separates me with the wall she writes on her laptop
I wish she could just tell
Yet this wall separates me from the red eyes I created
The devil is looking through the keyhole
It's raining memories outside
I hope it doesn't scare you
Watch out if you don't have a coat
You will get the cold
From my cold cold heart
The bags which caresses my irises
Watch the memories run down the window
I hope she liked those flowers
I hope she can forget
The kisses that stain her from the Sinclair
Im sorry but I cannot dance with you anymore
My date would get jealous
And I have been exiled to this ballroom
The devil grabs my shoulder
We begin to dance to the mistakes echoed on the mic
The crying
The whaling
That similar tune
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