Album: Wrongdoers
Our friendship has a white flag.
I'll surrender if that's what it takes,
But I'll never admit defeat.
If that's the road, then you have the map.
You and I mean way less to me than anything.
In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments
And whatever happens to be spewing
Out of your dependency jail.
There's a slow dance soiree of trouble,
But you threw the party...
We're all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame.
Well, there's a lot of things that can start a fire.
I hope you're satisfied,
Because we all know it's the last thing that I'll hide
And it's the last thing that you will expect.
No... you made your own damn mistakes!
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