Flesh starts to rip Gouging through skin From the throat Blood gushes Glandular eruption Blistered skin secretion Wounds too deep to heal Lungs fill with blood As vocal chords collapse

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much I live deep in symmetry

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

And I wonder, can I give you what you need? Don't want to find I've lost it all Too scared to have no one to call I don't know if you mean everything to me So can we just pretend Ooh, I don't want this to break you Ooh, but I've got no one else to talk

And this shitty dive's spendin' all my cash, to hell with her she can kiss my glass In too damn deep and it's too damn late, no climbin' out of this poor heartbreak This neon hell is my newfound home, my baby's gone I'm at an all time low I'm at an all

Your sleeping heart You've been deep in a coma But I stood right here When you thought there was no one I was still right here You were scared, but I told ya Open up your eyes

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too We were sitting in a parked car Stealing kisses in the front

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever