Fire Journals

Ha, aham, HG

Baby boy
You know I got you in my hands
And there's no choice
It's so complex you can't explain
You can't annoy
I know you're trynna fill your void
So selfish with my pretty
Make you needy when I'm over you
Baby boy
You think you are the nightmare of the night time
I'll eat your heart and then I'm gonna
Crash your mind (crash)
You now I got that burning that
Cut all inside you
Can't act it bitch like I do

Call him on my telephone
I don't wanna feel alone
He's five minutes from home
And it's five minutes to go
Reading me on TV
Reading me on your dreams
Baby I am no free
I'm everything that you need

Gimme what I wanna
Gimme, gimme what I wanna
Gimme what I wanna
Gimme, gimme what I wanna
Can you tell me how it is to live lonely in this town?
But, baby, I'm just gonna keep burning journals

Baby boy
Baby boy

Baby boy
Last night you lost the count of bottles
Then you crash the car
'Cause I'm the only star to follow (duh)
I became
The only griping news that people care in this town
They'll watch this place go down

I'm lighter without him
I'm finally looking to myself
Don't owe my false promises
To him or anyone else
Your bombs and knifes
Are dusting on my shelf
And on my desk
The letter you swore me to hell
And I tried to paralise your paranoias
And I'd fight you once again
To prove your broken ego
Fire on fire
To find yourself on this limbo
Babe you can gather a choir
But I'm just not hearing into

Well stand here and just try again
If you think you can
Every step you take back
Makes easier for me
To advance

Meu doce, meu luau
Meus trejeitos com moral
Teu tesão é viceral
E tuas mentiras tão sem sal
Ce cai de céu a terra
Só pra ver se eu to bem
Mentira, cê é fraco
E tu só pensa em me fu, ah

Call him on my telephone (hum)
I don't wanna feel alone (yeah)
He's five minutes from home
And it's five minutes to go
Reading me on TV
Reading me on your dreams
Baby I am no free
I'm everything that you need

Gimme what I wanna
Gimme, gimme what I wanna
Gimme what I wanna
Gimme, gimme what I wanna (can you give me what I wanna?)
Can you tell me how it is to live lonely in this town? (But baby)
But, baby, I'm just gonna keep burning journals (ha, ha, ha)

Hum, hum
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