Текст песни Her Words Kill - Sir, This Is A Cut Throat Fashion

We see you standing on the highway waiting for the attention you don't deserve
Paint me a gun my love
Pull the trigger on me, baby
Blow me away

Why didn't you take your photographs with you?
Look at everyone else you're killing with you
She sidewalks through the rain
There's a pulse but not even a murderous photograph
Think about being the hero, think about being the legend
Another one that went and forgot to return
Dining at a table for two, forget the expenses
Pack your tears in a suitcase and run away with my heart
I don't ever want to wake up
That bottle is no good anymore
It's shattered
Forgive me
I'd like to fade away, wipe me from your diary
I bet you felt so alive
'But the ghost of me, it needs to die'
Well, I'm not trying to stop you sir
It's just that we need everyone here accounted for