I pick you up at eight,
and tell you how great you look.
You self-deprecate, remind me how you made the first move.
Sarcasm guides all exchanges and thats ok.
'Cause this is a challenge in wordplay.
Turns me on, God, in the worst way.
Its all i can say.
You're broken.
You're broken.
You're broken.
You're broken.
some sick twist of fate, rung outs turned inmates
caught in this town for you
Get the hell out of here.
Like love in the same way,
fleeting impassionate.
We're distant and feirce,
push pointing our way through the chains, tears?
But its just the alcohol and the ex's who jerk?
'Cause you'll be lost without the sex,
and cheep drinks indifference ??
I can only guess whats next.
The games of this love?? cause we're broken.
We're broken.
Some say "twist of fate", <---?
?never crossing again.
So get the hell out of here.
Oh, no.
Come back, baby.
it dont exist.
But if you'd like to maybe,
we could just live a deep sea life.
But a subconcious and unachieveable, hard to miss.
But if you come back, baby.
You could just say, "but if you'd like to maybe you could just live a deep sea life with a subconscious and unachievable monster man"
some sick twist of fate, rung outs turned inmates caught in this town for you
Cause you're broken.
Your broken.
?
?
Get the hell out of here.