I won't mess with your heart So don't worry I won't mess with your heart I'll be your neon light in the dark And that's where the clouds cover the stars Yeah I really really want to take the time now And I really really want to change your mind now Won't

I've got the devil on my shoulder, over and over And I just can't sink any lower, lower and lower I dug a hole so deep I'm gonna drown in my mistakes Can't even sell my soul 'Cause it ain't worth shit to take The hounds of hell are getting closer, closer

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray I am the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night Don't wake me with so much Receiving department, three A.M Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are

I think I must confess. So tell me something new. Take it or leave it. Oh why, won't you make up your mind? I'm starting to unwind. I been trippin' over you. Baby you should know by now that I'm right, for you. But every time I step to you, you change

The things that I would do to you with just a couple seconds I would color every moment, make you feel like it's forever I'm comin' over, so you can start undressin' I'm givin' you a chance to finally make a good impression on me, yeah On me, I'll make

Cause you're driving me away Blood is running deep Suddenly I'm overcome Dissolving like the setting sun Like a boat into oblivion Now you have me on the run The damage is already done Come on, is this what you want Oh, what is it worth

Now would you hate me if I said goodbye So quick you could eat my dust? In the wind from dawn 'til dusk? When you cry, you waste your time Over boys you never liked So keep it light Girl, would it kill you just to throw a little bit of attention? If I

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

I know, I know that you love me baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body And this is the only sound you should fear How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter 'Cause you know I'm okay Instead, I ask myself "why do you hurt me?" When

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