Charades - Live

You can't keep your hands
To yourself
When you're bored
You pull me off the shelf
I'm so done playing charades
I wish I never knew your name

"The snow's caving at my door
It makes me reflect on you"
You said those things so sweet
I can't forget the things
You did to me
You pulled me in so tight
Then ripped me apart
And moved on with your life

You can't keep your hands
To yourself
When you're bored
You pull me off the shelf
I'm so done playing charades
I wish I never knew your name

Twisted lines and mixed-up signs
These signals are worse than
Rush-hour times
You want me today
You won't the next
Make up your mind
I'm done with this

I'll be running from
Your stone-cold heart
Never going down
Wilshire Boulevard

I'll be running from
Your stone-cold heart
Never going down
Wilshire Boulevard



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Maas
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