Time is a bullet on a crash course. Life is the pieces of bone and brain that fly out the back of my head. Get your scoops and mops and look for my happiness on the floor. It’s in there I’m sure. Next to a whole lot of love for you, and even more remorse.
I have a thousand things
I could sell you, to
make you love me.
The things I say
not real when it
comes to love, it's
just an evil act.
And baby, if I'm
giving you my heart,
just to give you my
heart would you give it
right back?
My shallow heart
will never let me love
you the way I want to
and that's for sure.
I'll walk a thousand
miles because you
told me to.
Just to get close to you.
I know a lot of things
I could do to make
you want me, but
that's not real.
That's just the game
I play.