Gay Is Not A Synonym For Shitty Testo

I love everything about you that hurts
So let me see your moves, let me see your moves.
Lips pressed close to mine, true blue
But the prince of any failing empire knows
That everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive all through the night if it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange,
It's a strange way of saying
I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you, oh.
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm, third time is the charm.
Throw caution to the wind but I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the one wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down
Figures I'm not figuring myself out.
Things aren't the same any more
Some nights it gets so bad
I'll almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange,
It's a strange way of saying
I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you, oh.
Born under a bad sign, you saved my life
I'm out on the roof of your hotel.
Cross my heart and hope to die
Splinter from the headboard in my eye
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange,
It's a strange way of saying
I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you, oh.
Whoa, whoa.