* guilted, fool, young hypocrite
claimed she never gave a shit
about the money
paintings that you once admired
i bought you, now they're in the fire
felt so righteous
so what? you're so wrong
bullets miss me to the left
your love is the consequence
i dodged the wrong way
fought to keep our love intact
built by faulty architects
* just rain more, just made up each other
walking down the red hallway
a black dress that reveals your neck
oh, what i'd do to you
guilty for the love we made
* first touch that gets them in played
* a handle but we remain
yeah, yeah