This Love
You want to be right
So damn bad
Then fine
Be right
All the time
I hope being right
By default
Gets you through the night
Because it won't be my arms
Holding you tight
Safe from the harm
Of your own wounds
Your nightmares
They can keep you awake
I could've been there
Saved you from the heart break
But you couldn't stop
Slow down
If you want to win
So damn bad
Then win
Have fun
Sinking
With your win
When you could learn to swim
With me
Instead
You drown
Locked in your head
Your pride
Means more
Then I do
And I can't save you
This love
If you can't hear me
My black dress
Hangs on the foot of the bed
Your words
Run in my head
Tears won't stop
I hate it
The way you said it
I can't quit them
For breaking me down
You promised
Drank too much
You smell
Of whiskey
And your brown eyes
Are blooshot
And you just put that gun
To my heart
And pulled the trigger
Now I can't feel you
How do you figure
We're going to get out of this mess
I don't want it
Like this
I don't need to win
If this is how I have to get to it
I don't want to come out
On top
If I feel shattered
From being crushed
At the bottom of this ocean
Lonely and cold
Numb and time freezes
Way down here
I don't want it like this
Hanging on a broken word
No kiss
Slammed doors
I can't take it anymore
So if you want to win
So damn bad
Go ahead
It won't keep you warm
When the sun sets
On this love
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