Cut me to ribbon so I don't become a hazard to you all
Yeah, bend where I can break and send me away
Extra tips for that punk valet who said we would not feel a thing
But, oh my God...
Was it too late for us?
It was the first of September
When I first saw her
In that dress with those lips and her words
She got me.
When I see you standing there, so cute and unprepared
Such a pretty little thing, such a pretty little thing
But, when I come home late at night
She'd be up and taking flight
Such a dreadful little thing, such a pity little scene.
Pull the sheets off your feet darling
A little colder we'll feel nothing besides
The warmth of our breath and the secrets we hide
We were aching and honest, but we were taking chances
Yeah, not the best ones
But, we had good intentions
Cut me to ribbon so I don't become hazard to myself
And oh my God...
I've said too much
released October 31, 2015
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