Boxing Without Gloves
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
Another party another blackout
My head feels broken now
Could you come over to check me out
Cause you're the reason why
All these drugs my friends like
All the shit we say
All the jobs that I've hated every single day
All those one night stands didn't feel so great
But I still can love so I'm ok
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
It all started with a few drinks baby
My heart pumping the blood right out of my brain
Talking, kissing, feeling loved but lately
The feeling's gone 3, 2, 1 pain
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me
You're tearing my soul, screaming quietly
While my bass drum gently weeps
Who do you love when it's not me
In this mad city full of creeps
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
I'm waiting for you to take me down
Another party another blackout
My head feels broken now
Could you come over to check me out
Cause you're the reason why
All these drugs my friends like
All the shit we say
All the jobs that I've hated every single day
All those one night stands didn't feel so great
But I still can love so I'm ok
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
It all started with a few drinks baby
My heart pumping the blood right out of my brain
Talking, kissing, feeling loved but lately
The feeling's gone 3, 2, 1 pain
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me
You're tearing my soul, screaming quietly
While my bass drum gently weeps
Who do you love when it's not me
In this mad city full of creeps
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for a knock out
Love feels like boxing without gloves
I'm waiting for you to take me down
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Doležal, Matěj Novotný, Ondřej čepek
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