Lyrics

I know youre not asleep I can feel you moving over there Youve been playing with the seam In your worn out underwear My lips are raw as hell From biting on them just to stay awake Its not like Im gonna need them, you wont be around To see them bleed and break All that I do, comes back to you So Ill just think about you til theres nothing in my head All I can do, is try not to screw this up again And just be friends, Id rather be dead I drove out of east atlanta With a headache the size of my car I called to say I was okay anyway cause I know how you are Im like a movie without an ending You know Ive got nowhere to go And it makes me wanna throw up To see you wanna give up More than youll ever know All that I do, comes back to you So Ill just think about you til theres nothing in my head All I can do, is try not to screw this up again And just be friends, Id rather be dead Everythings supposed to have a happy ending But the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending Like the road Im driving to the bridge that has no end I wanna take back everything that Ive broken But the bridges behind me are burning and smokin I guess this is the end All that I do, comes back to you So Ill just think about you til theres nothing in my head All I can do, is try not to screw this up again And just be friends, Id rather be dead
Writer(s): David Bowie, Bradley Glenn Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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