Sevenine

I'm heading home
I'm down the road
I see the old you
You stare at me
I know you see
You know I told you
You ask to walk
You want to talk
So I pull over
Ask how you are
You say so far
You're two months sober

Then suddenly you smile at me
And knock me over
Blood on asphalt
It's not my fault
I know I told her
She says I lie
Knows no goodbye
Shoulders get colder
Puts on a glove
Hold on, Love
Let's take it slower

You help me stand
I grab your hand
They are expecting me
And you know well
You'll go to jail
And you won't last a week
I know you're scarred
It hurts your heart
She stopped and said to me
Blood on asphalt
This is your fault
You're dead to me

She grabbed the gun
I start to run
I try to break free
She has my hand
Pulls me back in
I feel the sweat beam
I'm in close range
Oh I can't change
The way you see things
I wish you could
Trigger pulled
You're dead to me



Credits
Writer(s): Noa Martucci
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