The sooner the better the worst in store
Let's close down what we've been here for
These five weeks
We struck the deal to not strike a deal
When you leave
I choke down the fear that as we speak
We quietly bleach
A thin line is a tough mile, a lose aisle
When your heart guard locks out our close
Nights
Of five weeks
We struck the deal to not strike a deal
When you leave
I choke down the fear that as we speak
We quietly bleach
And you own yours, you own yous, you own...
All over
Throw it over, all over, all over...
Back on me