the place i used to live made me feel like a tourist
i couldn't coexist with the cold and suspicious
when the last remaining light was starting to filter
it seemed the perfect time to step into the future
your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
your mouth's a smoking gun
and you smile while you're twisting the knife in my stomach
i've got weak constitution
i left it all behind in the dead of last winter
i left it all behind but the question still lingers
you don't know the difference
between love and submission
and i'm not that obedient
your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
your mouth's a smoking gun
and you smile while you're twisting the knife in my stomach
i've got weak constitution
and she's trying to sleep it off
with her head on my shoulder
and i'm trying to keep it out
of my thoughts when i hold her
and she's trying to sleep it off
with her head on my shoulder
and i'm trying to keep it out
of my thoughts when i hold her
your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
your mouth's a smoking gun
and you smile while you're twisting the knife in my stomach
i've got weak constitution