The Taste of Danger

Try to sleep next to you
Hoping it wouldn't hurt
But what can I expect
Between the smoke
As we shared cigarettes

Pretty face, I swear to god
Singing "youth is short
Let the others do the rest"
Singing "youth is short"

The fear of getting hurt sometime
We're not playing who's the good guy
So we just fucked
And ignored
The taste of danger
Between our lips

So I say

Pretty face, I swear to god
Singing "youth is short
Let the others do the rest"
Singing "youth is short"



Credits
Writer(s): Brau Arteaga Rojas
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