Me
Concepts in my head
I imagine Demi Moore dancing on a stage full of a pack of wolves
Yeah, these cannibals, and they eat up
Well, I got leftover love
Well, baby you could eat it up
With an ass like Marilyn
With that white dress, you back it up
Now, we could drive away in a pickup truck
Or are my pick-up lines not good enough
I'm drunk as fuck, I'm gassed up
You left me, now this whiskey's all I got
Now I could feel the blood pouring through my blue veins
Washing out the blood on my blue jeans
New man, sunrise
Well, confidence, in my brown eyes
Yeah, thanks to you, I realize
Thanks to you, I realize
Now I believe in Angels, I believe in Kings
I believe the afterlife, the power that it brings
I believe in heartbreak, I believe in love
And I believe your kiss is a gift from above
Now you gone fucked up, lost me
And I loved you, but you tossed me
Cause that's my luck and my hobby's
Getting caught up so I cut up these new hearts
Feed 'em all to my new art
Love's a joint and I'm Bogart
Man, fuck love and these new stars
Oh shit, oh shit, gotta get up and move on
Now I look at you and these new girls
Can't stand these subtle nuance
Now, you're gone and I know that life's short, so I look back
Old habits die hard and I'm not the first to admit that
Love's a drug and I hit that and I get addicted, can't fix that
But these six packs of Pabst Blue, whiskey, new tattoos
And I love pain and I'm glad to get hurt again, just not by you
So I thank you for this new tune, thank you
Mwah, yea, thank you
Now I believe in Angels, I believe in Kings
I believe the afterlife, the power that it brings
I believe in heartbreak, I believe in love
And I believe your kiss is a gift from above
