Wasted (Audiotree Live)
I know your type
Black lights and leather tights
You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but
I got your number, your name, and your will to fight
Will you be coming over?
Or will you be coming?
Reckon you might
But I cannot care, I cannot care for you
I cannot bear to love you any less than you need
I cannot hold you
I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave
If you let go of me I'd be a fool to let you
Fool, fool to let you leave
(Fool to let you leave)
Drunk on love or anything so strong as to
Drive the blood to make way for, for
More when you've forty-four left
Forty for your children beg for the breath that you won't give
Your boyfriend stands to wait
All for you, drink up your wasted on me
Drink up your wasted
Running that money ma, living lose, playing hard
Damned if I'm gonna lose ya
Damned if I'm gonna lose ya
And you're runnin' low
Chink in your glass, a knock at the door
What you looking at me for?
What you looking at, me?
I cannot care, I cannot care for you
I cannot bear to love you any less than you need
I cannot hold you, I cannot bear to lose them bruises that you leave
If you let go of me I'd be a fool to
Let you, fool, fool to let you leave
Drunk on love or anything so strong as to
Drive the blood to make way for, for
More when you've forty-four left
Forty for your children beg for the breath that you won't give
Your boyfriend stands to wait
All for you, drink up your wasted on me
Drink up your wasted
Drink up, you're wasted on me
Black lights and leather tights
You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but
I got your number, your name, and your will to fight
Will you be coming over?
Or will you be coming?
Reckon you might
But I cannot care, I cannot care for you
I cannot bear to love you any less than you need
I cannot hold you
I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave
If you let go of me I'd be a fool to let you
Fool, fool to let you leave
(Fool to let you leave)
Drunk on love or anything so strong as to
Drive the blood to make way for, for
More when you've forty-four left
Forty for your children beg for the breath that you won't give
Your boyfriend stands to wait
All for you, drink up your wasted on me
Drink up your wasted
Running that money ma, living lose, playing hard
Damned if I'm gonna lose ya
Damned if I'm gonna lose ya
And you're runnin' low
Chink in your glass, a knock at the door
What you looking at me for?
What you looking at, me?
I cannot care, I cannot care for you
I cannot bear to love you any less than you need
I cannot hold you, I cannot bear to lose them bruises that you leave
If you let go of me I'd be a fool to
Let you, fool, fool to let you leave
Drunk on love or anything so strong as to
Drive the blood to make way for, for
More when you've forty-four left
Forty for your children beg for the breath that you won't give
Your boyfriend stands to wait
All for you, drink up your wasted on me
Drink up your wasted
Drink up, you're wasted on me
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Melo
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