Coming Clean

Let's get it all out, every bullet in the back of your mouth
Every feeling that you know you've been feeling, let go of all the doubt
Let's take turns, we can make this worse, throw the dirt, make it hurt
Gonna cut deep with every word
Good girl

I can taste it on the tip of your tongue, with intent that means to draw blood
But with your mouth on the end of my gun, you're more keen on making me come
So let's take turns, we can make this worse, throw the dirt, make it hurt
Gonna fuck it up with every verse
Good girl

You got my heart racin' like a hit of methamphetamine
Now my blood is pumpin' like you opened up an artery
Look who's finally coming clean, appreciate the honesty
Eyes roll back in your head, and I could tell she was terrified
I could see it by the look... by the look in her eye



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Grice
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