TrueLoveAbove
It's so hard to care for broken things
Through no amount of stolen sleep
Your voice is ringing through my dreams
Your hate still sweeps me off my feet
if it weren't for me
Where would we be?
Life has no guarantees
No guts, no glory
So in your heart, I am the reason
Mind is broken, body's beaten
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought to
If this grudge holds up, to the ceiling
True love above all of your feelings
You won't get the many things you want to
You won't
If it weren't for me (you want to)
Where would we be? (you want to)
Life has no guarantees (you want to)
No guts, no glory (you want to)
Look at the dark room
The worst things you're thinking
They're all in your head
That best bet you're feeling
Is already dead
If it weren't for me
Where would we be?
You'll never know
The sound of her voice
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought to, no
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought to
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought, fuck
The worst things you're thinking
They're all in your head
That best bet you're feeling
It's already dead
Through no amount of stolen sleep
Your voice is ringing through my dreams
Your hate still sweeps me off my feet
if it weren't for me
Where would we be?
Life has no guarantees
No guts, no glory
So in your heart, I am the reason
Mind is broken, body's beaten
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought to
If this grudge holds up, to the ceiling
True love above all of your feelings
You won't get the many things you want to
You won't
If it weren't for me (you want to)
Where would we be? (you want to)
Life has no guarantees (you want to)
No guts, no glory (you want to)
Look at the dark room
The worst things you're thinking
They're all in your head
That best bet you're feeling
Is already dead
If it weren't for me
Where would we be?
You'll never know
The sound of her voice
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought to, no
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought to
You won't get the many things you want to
i won't do the little things I ought, fuck
The worst things you're thinking
They're all in your head
That best bet you're feeling
It's already dead
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Larocca Cerrone, Mark Samuel Procopio, Daniel Tricanico, Jonathan Watters
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