Tarantino
Keep me in shackles and watch me stand still
Because I don't know places where one disappears
Or goes for any bit of peace
And treat me like trash, but still call me your treasure
And keep me around because I'll run your errands
And do anything you say
So go 'head—shoot me down, criminal
You've already stolen this heart
This chest is hollow
And don't go keeping me 'round for ransom
'Cause this offer's too handsome
Might just stay here all on my own
Criminal, criminal
When the dark came, your thoughts were a night alley
Where I looked for shortcuts, and you chased me down it
Pinned me up against the wall
With your lips held to my chest like double barrels
Am I coming to or away from my senses?
Oh my god, I'm a fool
So go 'head—shoot me down!
You've already stolen this heart
This chest is hollow
So, don't go keeping me 'round for ransom
'Cause this offer's too handsome
Might just stay here all on my own
Criminal, criminal
Maybe, one day, we could Bonnie-and-Clyde it
Showered in bullets like rice at a wedding
Our first dance to the quiet of our souls
But, your lips held to my chest like double barrels
Am I coming to or away from my senses?
Oh my god, I'm a fool
Because I don't know places where one disappears
Or goes for any bit of peace
And treat me like trash, but still call me your treasure
And keep me around because I'll run your errands
And do anything you say
So go 'head—shoot me down, criminal
You've already stolen this heart
This chest is hollow
And don't go keeping me 'round for ransom
'Cause this offer's too handsome
Might just stay here all on my own
Criminal, criminal
When the dark came, your thoughts were a night alley
Where I looked for shortcuts, and you chased me down it
Pinned me up against the wall
With your lips held to my chest like double barrels
Am I coming to or away from my senses?
Oh my god, I'm a fool
So go 'head—shoot me down!
You've already stolen this heart
This chest is hollow
So, don't go keeping me 'round for ransom
'Cause this offer's too handsome
Might just stay here all on my own
Criminal, criminal
Maybe, one day, we could Bonnie-and-Clyde it
Showered in bullets like rice at a wedding
Our first dance to the quiet of our souls
But, your lips held to my chest like double barrels
Am I coming to or away from my senses?
Oh my god, I'm a fool
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Writer(s): Grant, Grant Mower, Grant Rossi
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