(Rody Walker)
That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back
She points her finger and she shows me what I lack
Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air
She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in
Her hot breath on my skin
Her scent on my fingers
Her taste is on my mind
It constantly lingers
'Till I can breathe her
'Till I can believe her
'Till I can breathe her
'Till I can leave her
Every kiss is a little sickening
I can feel d**h's fingers quickening
Tightening my pa**ageways
If you can't count the years
Start counting days
Try to remember that she hates you
And though she might elate you
She tries to k** the great that's in you now
She's hand picked the fate that awaits you now
And despite her words, it's not too late
I wrote a Goddamn love song to praise everything I hate
And kids were wanting the chorus line
And they sealed my picture's frame
She might run sh** for right now but I'll be damned if it's forever and always
As the chorus-line fades away like friends in high-school hallways
Oh, I got this feeling
That things will never, ever, ever be the same
Things will never be the same
(Jadea Kelly)
What about those rainy nights in London?
What about the crippling desert heat?
What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?
(Rody Walker)
What about the hospital in L.A.?
(Jadea Kelly)
You took me back after that night
(Rody Walker)
What about that blackened image in my mind?
(Jadea Kelly)
I swear I burn with a new light
(Both)
What about that frozen, dripping, holiday bird that's cold
(Rody Walker)
She's cold as ice!