traitors never play hang-man
Singer:bring me the horizon
this is what the edge of your seat was made for
this is what the edge of your seat was made for
this is what the back of your hand was made for
you're a traitor to my heart
you're a traitor to us all
this over indulgence of conciseness
and lingered in the splendor
of the feeling in my stomach
trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
i wait for what i have to do
you're a traitor to my heart
you're a traitor to us fucking all
i don't want to kiss anyone
i don't want to kiss anyone but you