You take the back door
And I'll watch the front
You grab the keys
I'll grab the bonds
They're coming down the stairs
Another round the front
Burgundy on this off white paint
Is what they said they want
I'll never do it again
I'll never do it again
I won't drop my guard
But the look in his eyes
Says he ain't got the guts to take this shot
I'll follow you out the back into your car
Well I must admit my plans end here
I didn't think we'd come this far
I didn't think we'd make it here
Well the lines on your face match up with the days
From the time that you wasted time that you wasted oh
Cruisin' at fifty but it feels like a ton
That just keeps dragging me down and it won't stop 'till its won
I've had these plans since i was young
Next time I'm out of your sight you know that I'll be gone
This morning is softened by a few shots to the neck
Left bleeding and skin cracks from my lips
Left bleeding and skin cracks from my lips
Well the lines on your face match up with the days
Of the time that you wasted time that you wasted oh
Well the lines on your face match up with the days
From the time that you wasted time that you waste
It's not love it's not faith it's not anything
It's not love it's not faith it's not anything