the sooner the better the worst in store

let's close down what we've been here for

these five weeks

we struck the deal to not strike a deal

when you leave

I choke down the fear that as we speak

We quietly bleach

A thin line is a tough mile, a lose aisle

When your heart guard locks out our close

nights

Of five weeks

We struck the deal to not strike a deal

when you leave

I choke down the fear that as we speak

We quietly bleach

And you own yours, you own yous, you own...

All over

Throw it over, all over, all over...

Back on me