Call Me Sentimental
We were thieves and liars
Waiting down by the web we wove
We were dressed in mourning
Head to toe
Later we sprang the trap
And drank from the dead man's throat
And if drank too much well
A thirst needs a place to go
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
We were architects of neglect and a world of hurt
Where we could watch all the pretty little things just burn
When we were done with each other
We recovered yeah
We took turns
We were surgical and cruel like the God we served
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
Hell, I know you could
Call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Hell I know you could call it accidental
Then it all plays out exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Waiting down by the web we wove
We were dressed in mourning
Head to toe
Later we sprang the trap
And drank from the dead man's throat
And if drank too much well
A thirst needs a place to go
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
We were architects of neglect and a world of hurt
Where we could watch all the pretty little things just burn
When we were done with each other
We recovered yeah
We took turns
We were surgical and cruel like the God we served
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Hell, I know you could call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
Open hearted
Hell, I know you could
Call me sentimental
But when the resentments hit
They split me up the middle
I get open hearted
Open hearted
Hell I know you could call it accidental
Then it all plays out exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
Exactly how you meant it to
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Writer(s): Juan Alban
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