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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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