Melissa

Melissa, patch me up, pat me down
Make sure that i'm not a threat

On these streets paved with jigsaw pieces
I'm waiting for my restraint to gain some sort of reason
If love was the death of youth
Then will I be the end of you

Melissa, shut me up, put me down
Make sure i'm no less than dead

"What's wrong with you lately?"
Well, what's wrong with you?
Its the error of your persuasion
And an act that i'll deny
I feed off of early mornings
Have I caught the weakest prey

On these streets paved with jigsaw pieces
I'm waiting for my restraint to gain some sort of reason
If love was the death of youth
Then will I be the end of you

Don't worry about me
Because between these lying eyes
And fakest smile you can assume that i'm just fine



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Marsh
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