Letras
I can dish it out but you know I can't take it
When you told me everytime that you came back you were faking
So I guess I'll never know
If I was liking you so, no
I got a seven foot cut on the foot of day before
When you pulled out of my glass eye and broke it on the floor
I guess I'm gonna go to the house of broken hearts and bloody toes
It hurts to think about
I got no doubt
I figure out
My little head's so shot without you
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out
Just a little scratch but it feels like I did it
When you're falling on the shore it must have landed on your ear
I feel a little low
When you told me where to go
Right straight down to hell
You're cramming up your style but your style ain't cramping me
What you gonna do either sleeping with the enemy
I'm always at your show
In the very back row
It hurts to think about
I got no doubt
I figure out
My little head's so shot without you
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out
My little head's so shot without you
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out
My little head's so shot without you
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out
My little head's so shot without you
My little head can't hold the thoughts you
Put inside my mind when you walked out