Lyrics

Somewhere deep, in the back burning nose bleeds. I know you're soft on me, my daisy amongst the weeds. Come here, become a statistic with me. Its troublesome 'cause there's no guarantees. As far as I can tell... If you were all I saw, these eyes would never blink I'm shakin' in the raw, I'm teetering the brink If you were all I saw, this soul would never sleep By some divine law, it was always yours to keep. Do your roots wanna twist around my neck? Is this a little hidden treasure beneath the wreck? Come here, become a statistic with me. It's troublesome 'cause there's no guarantees. As far as I can tell... If you were all I saw, these eyes would never blink I'm shakin' in the raw, I'm teeter in the brink If you were all I saw, this soul would never sleep By some divine law, it was always yours to keep. Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade rages on within Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade rages on within Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade, it rages on within Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade, it rages on within
Writer(s): Nicholas Thomas, Landon Edward Heil, Joseph Dean Beck, Daniel Ludeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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