Take Me 2 Your Hell
This is how it goes, this is how its been
I do my best then you leave again
Blacked out states, I can't remember the days
I lose my wallet, I lose my faith
I touch her skin, feels like leather and lace
You felt like home so I'm running away
Can't keep this up, can never get ahead
I count the days while I'm living dead
Don't say you're sorry, don't touch my hand
You fucked this up time and time again
The nights on the floor, screaming out your name
Everyone knows that I'm not the same
But you look fine, you ignore my calls
I shoot that high horse I hope you fall
Below his feet, know what it's like to feel
Helpless, alone, asleep at the wheel
And I don't wanna fight this feelin'
Can't face the fact that you're leavin'
I think about our first December
Smoke, booze, then I feel better
Tell me why you're running so far
Tell me what you think you'll find
Take me to your Hell, I'll follow
I'll Follow
Thought if I could go, you'd beg me to stay
Three days pass by, you treat me the same
Three years down, three years you played
Your little games, wish you could feel this pain
So don't come back, ohh how I wish you'd stay
You turned me into what I am today
Too scared to love, I stayed at her place
Slipped out the back, never left a trace
And I don't wanna fight this feelin'
Can't face the fact that you're leavin'
I think about our first December
Smoke, booze, then I feel better
Tell me why you're running so far
Tell me what you think you'll find
Take me to your Hell, I'll follow
I'll Follow
I do my best then you leave again
Blacked out states, I can't remember the days
I lose my wallet, I lose my faith
I touch her skin, feels like leather and lace
You felt like home so I'm running away
Can't keep this up, can never get ahead
I count the days while I'm living dead
Don't say you're sorry, don't touch my hand
You fucked this up time and time again
The nights on the floor, screaming out your name
Everyone knows that I'm not the same
But you look fine, you ignore my calls
I shoot that high horse I hope you fall
Below his feet, know what it's like to feel
Helpless, alone, asleep at the wheel
And I don't wanna fight this feelin'
Can't face the fact that you're leavin'
I think about our first December
Smoke, booze, then I feel better
Tell me why you're running so far
Tell me what you think you'll find
Take me to your Hell, I'll follow
I'll Follow
Thought if I could go, you'd beg me to stay
Three days pass by, you treat me the same
Three years down, three years you played
Your little games, wish you could feel this pain
So don't come back, ohh how I wish you'd stay
You turned me into what I am today
Too scared to love, I stayed at her place
Slipped out the back, never left a trace
And I don't wanna fight this feelin'
Can't face the fact that you're leavin'
I think about our first December
Smoke, booze, then I feel better
Tell me why you're running so far
Tell me what you think you'll find
Take me to your Hell, I'll follow
I'll Follow
Credits
Writer(s): Chase Chancellor, Stephen Chancellor
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