And from the first time that I saw you Had I known you better then I would've said those three old words You couldn't wait to get to sleep and dream About the one you wish was there beside you Were you ever so in love In the past few days I've grown To

And the madness overtakes us My God is better than yours And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than

What about me? What about me and you together? Something that could really last forever I’m not afraid, I can be myself and I Hope you can be yourself as well ‘Cause I can make you feel alright And there was so much happiness that

No, I don't want to fall in love The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you (This world is only gonna break your heart) I never dreamed

This is a call to all my Past resignations This is a call to all It's been too long Fingernails are pretty Fingernails are good Seems that all they ever wanted was a marking Them balloons are pretty Big and say they should

We are strangers, who share a photograph Like that submarine, that never made it back Forever wasn't meant to come as fast In this moment all we have is an empty photograph We used to have it all Like Chicago Bulls in '93, hmm Then came that civil war

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey