I loved everything about you that hurts so let me see your moves, let me see your moves
Lips pressed close to mine, true blue
But the prince of any failing empire knows that everybody wants,
Everybody wants to drive on through the night if it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad, you almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep in your old shirts and walke through this house, in your shoes
I know it's strange, It's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm
I threw caution to the wind but i'e got a lousy arm
And i traced your shadows on the wall now i kiss them, whenever i'm down whenever i'm down
Figured on not figuring myself out
