I'd photocopy all the things that we could be, if you took the time to notice me...But you can't now, I don't blame you...And it's not your fault that no one ever does...
Hand in mine, into your icy blues, and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway...With this trunk of ammunition too, I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets...
Hand in mine, into your icy blues, and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway...With this trunk of ammunition too, I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets...