This once
Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me
Take it back now
Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me
She is not that strange
She says goodbye some day
My black coffee fantasy never seems to bother me
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray the sinners dance and fade away
I'll fade away

This once
Dying, (My godess and my gods)
And the blood taste was red
Change is not that strange
She says goodbye some day
Press the story of stories praised
Of love and women up above
Layer this guilt that fits like a glove
I say it before you heated and tickle
Press the story of stories, Paint with love
The woman up above lets me wear this guilt
That fits like a glove
I can see on my own now
Breath in the culture
And I will take what's mine
And I will try to stay mundane..
Pretending it hurts you
I will take what's mine
And I will try to stay mundane