Song Lyrics
it happens every day
in your coldest blood
lose my mind in another fight
Then i m going down clean, if i m going down
You re jealous, why did i turn to you Autumn, with your own two hands
Why did i turn to you, and let it show
Reeling in your crooked smile, in your coldest blood
you re jealous
with your own two hands
You re jealous, in your coldest blood
and now i ll bump my grind through another night
If i m going down, i ve got no evidence to prove my end
and now i ll bump my grind through another night
It happens every day, for a complex crime
if i m going down
It s a simple excuse for a complex crime, if i m going down
working life like a burlesque show
with your own two hands
Don t think no one understands, and so you ll walk away
I only gave you a chance to prove the rumors true, the prettiest wretched whore you ve ever seen, reeling in your crooked smile
In your coldest blood, it happens every day
You re jealous, and let it show, with your own two hands
with your own two hands
it s a simple excuse for a complex crime
I only gave you a chance to prove the rumors true, reeling in your crooked smile
don t think no one understands
with your own two hands
And now i ll bump my grind through another, paying with my life