Cut me, can you feel it like a rush to the head?
Fake a hold, take a break
Spend some time in my bed
Take a second, heaven beckons
Like the preacher said
Get a grip, what it's worth
Still we wind up dead
Cut me, can you feel it like a kiss from a friend?
Fake a hold, catch your breath
I aim to break not bend
Turn around, I can wait
For the world to end
Now look here, pretty baby
Got an ear to lend?
Cut me, can you feel it like a blister or burn?
Fake a hold, take your time
From the cradle to urn
The respect you expect
But can't seem to earn
Is at heart, torn apart
You would think you'd learn
And I can't believe
That you would waste your time on me
And i'm safe from harm
'Cause there's no more fuckin' belts around my arm.
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