You never act aloud the way you appear
My every breath awakes alarms in your ears
I'm not confused, it's just you're making me think
Of all our conversations missing their link
I wanna know all the dreams that you keep beneath
I want the words that you whisper when I'm asleep
Wanna give back the things that I plan to take
And I hope that you won't care
But all your makeup's running
And I'm walking you homeAnd my dick takes over
And I'm thinking 'bout your lips
But we're too damn sober
For mistakes like thisAnd my dick takes over
And I'm thinking 'bout your lips
But we're too damn sober
For mistakes like thisI see you more at night then you do the day
I'm more concerned for what you'll leave if you stay
I'm not confused, it's just I don't wanna talk
It seems the key was not to peek through the locks
So I wanna hear all the screams that you keep beneath
I want the words that you whisper when I'm asleep
Wanna give back the things that I never take
And I know you don't care
But all those pretty people are still going homeAnd my dick takes over
And I'm thinking 'bout your lips
But we're too damn sober
For mistakes like thisAnd my dick takes over
And I'm thinking 'bout your lips
But we're too damn sober
For mistakes like thisFor mistakes like this
For mistakes like this
Like this, like this, like this
Songwriters
Jesse L Aicher, David Martin Kahne, Matthew Erik WalshPublished by
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