i love how you always fuck with my head

stop kissing my bones. we both know that all you want to do is jump them.

trace me some battle scars...

is this love or is this war?
take a shot in the dark and call my bluff
i got the benefit of the doubt
and smoke and mirrors up my sleeve
but who cares? (my catchphrase of the week)
every goddamn conversation tonight is forced through gritted teeth
you want to make it all right
like usual
go spin your web of sugar coated excuses
youre hoping to catch me at my lowest
but put up a fight coz this city aint about to let me go
im better off ted
and when i forget myself again and again
to the tune of another hot wired head
it brings me back to my feet
so you cant have it your way
but listen hard to the wind as it whistles through the alleyways
it calls your name
(love isnt love without war)