G.I.N.A.S.F.S
I've loved everything about you that hurts,So let me see your moves,Let me see your moves,Lips pressed close to mineTrue Blue, but the prince of any failing empire knows thatEverybody wantsEverybody wants to drive on through the night,If it's the drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore,Some nights it gets so bad that you almost pick up the phoneTrade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed BrownsI sleep with your old shirtsAnd walk through this house in your shoesI know it's strangeIt's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love youI'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice{But the} third time is the charm,Third time is the charmThrew caution to the wind,But I've got a lousy arm,And I've traced your shadows on the wallNow I kiss them whenever I'm down,Whenever I'm down{Just kind of} figured onNot figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore,Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phoneTrade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed BrownsI sleep with your old shirtsAnd walk through this house in your shoesI know it's strangeIt's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love youI'm supposed to love you
I was born under a bad sign,But you saved my lifeThat night on the roof of your hotel"Cross my heart and hope to die,Splinter from the headboard in my eye"Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed BrownsI sleep with your old shirtsAnd walk through this house in your shoesI know it's strangeIt's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love youI'm supposed to love you