DIZZIED UP
You cut your hair and your father's hold
Run the shower til the water's cold
I think you look like silk when the sulk unfolds
I took the hit and borrowed time
I dizzied up and found divine
Liquor don't burn your lips, when your blood's on fire
Well, I let me get too far
and I scanned this city for your car,
and I hoped you'd call me up so I could say...
Come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
Just come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
I cut my hair and my mother's hold.
I opened up, but I lost control.
Everything hurts me, love.
And I tried not to think, but baby,
I fell off the deep end
and I dream of you all weekend
and I'm spilling all my guts before your feet.
Well that's my bad.
Let me take it back.
I only ever wonder where you been.
Come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
Just come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
Come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
(I feel off the deep end, and I dream of you all weekend)
Just come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
(and I'm spilling all my guts before your feet)
Run the shower til the water's cold
I think you look like silk when the sulk unfolds
I took the hit and borrowed time
I dizzied up and found divine
Liquor don't burn your lips, when your blood's on fire
Well, I let me get too far
and I scanned this city for your car,
and I hoped you'd call me up so I could say...
Come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
Just come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
I cut my hair and my mother's hold.
I opened up, but I lost control.
Everything hurts me, love.
And I tried not to think, but baby,
I fell off the deep end
and I dream of you all weekend
and I'm spilling all my guts before your feet.
Well that's my bad.
Let me take it back.
I only ever wonder where you been.
Come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
Just come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
Come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
(I feel off the deep end, and I dream of you all weekend)
Just come back, I didn't mean it.
Hate that I kill what I need.
(and I'm spilling all my guts before your feet)
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Writer(s): Christian Delzoppo, Quinn Wentz
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