10,000 winks could never be enough sleep to heal the wounds you dug so deep in me.
For forty days and forty nights the earth was flooded with tears from the sky.
What can we do now that were outlined in chalk?
The gun's still smoking form the last time we talked.
And words have been signed into my head, of trailing thoughts until the last tinge of red.
Your so pretty, pretty like murder. If looks could kill Id've been dead so long ago. I tried to write something more meaningful but i'm so confused I don't know what's real if looks could kill, if looks could kill.
For forty days and forty nights the earth was flooded with tears from the sky.
What can we do now that were outlined in chalk?
The gun's still smoking form the last time we talked.
And words have been signed into my head, of trailing thoughts until the last tinge of red.
Your so pretty, pretty like murder. If looks could kill Id've been dead so long ago. I tried to write something more meaningful but i'm so confused I don't know what's real if looks could kill, if looks could kill.