Print

It doesn't make a difference how you spin it You're still spinning 'round for free With all your brilliance and good decisions You still end up crying to sleep By the TV, to the floor, to the kitchen Waking up in a new position And you see me, will you stop? We'll listen Don't call me unforgiven It doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing me No, it doesn't make a difference if you stop kissing me You might as well kill me, might as well kill me You might as well kill me, might as well empty me into the street To the lights in the citizen To the nights in the fever dreams To the cries in the taxi, it'll be alright To your friends and the good guys To the nines and the alibis To the drinks and the free rides To the lies and the party drugs Face down in the kitchen While wondering how to cut off my tongue To the nights when we're too young Too dumb, too in love To push [?] us Letras de canciones So here's to the knights And here's to the dreamers Here's to the chivalry dying and the non-believers To the gold age of pimping the weakest You get a gold star if you know how to be decent And here's to the girl I was before I met you Not a notch, or a flame, or a goddamn virtue To the knights and the arms, they didn't mean no harm 'Til they did, 'til they did, so they did and they did From Letras Mania