All I wanted was your honesty Something more than this Something more than me (more than me) Death can take me if I can't be free I am not like you, I'm a dying breed I swear to god I'd do it for fun Just a dead man walkin' with a double barrel shotgun

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your

And God knows, I'm not dying but I breathe now And God knows, it's the only way to heal now With all the blood I lost with you It drowns the love I thought I knew Alarms will ring for eternity The waves will break every chain on me That feeling, that

We climbed a thousand steps without a single imprint This drowning regret will die, forgotten like my past Moving bodies lie in rest Carried by each other

Don't think I could forgive you Ya, you never said a word You didn't send me no letter See, our world is slowly dying I'm not wasting no more time Don't think I could believe you Ya, our hands will get more wrinkled And our hair, it will be grey And see

Don't leave no smell on me I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard but I can't change My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way." I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made From runways to the road I ramble alone This

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you Kiss you taste you all night So here I am I'm trying So here I am are you ready I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if

Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

Lose your clothes and show your scars I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room Can anybody help me with these exit wounds And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds Wounds, when they're leaving, the scars you're keeping That's who you are

A question for the new Prime Minister How'd you have a heart so sinister? How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya? The irony is we have no business in Syria But kids are getting killed for all the business in