It all became the sound
Of my guitar playing the music
Of a crowded room then
She gave me endings i can't choose
For this story
Sometimes it brings me down
That this words will burn your mind
I just want you to know
That your tongue has just rotten mine
From a cat fight then a sex scene
Just to keep the audience on
Cat fight then a sex scene
Just to keep the audience on
Then the scream of my conscience
Wasn’t louder
Than the silver trigger of a colt44
My way to fix this
It’s breaking you
You don't have to play with my brains
To notice you don't really mean this
Get a hold on yourself or
Get a hole in your head!
And again it brings me down
That this words will burn your mind
Yeaaah!
I just want you to know
That yours just so happen to be rotten mine
Alright!
I've been told that i can't
That i cannot trust you
I've been told that
As long as you stay, i'll be able to fix this
But i cannot fix this… no
No i cannot fix this!
Then it all became
The sound of my guitar
It all became
The sound of my guitar
You… you
In me!