for free
taylor from earth, YAS
high on the smell of pouring rain
im getting by on you but baby
two can play that game
why do the things that strengthen me make you weak
why do you always give yourself away to me for free
I left the devil on display
I let em out so I could see if you still treat me this way
why do I test you just to see if you’ll stay
why do you complicate my perfect plan to push you away
painted world in black and white and winnin or loosin
why am I afraid of talk and matching tattoos
Bones and baggage
shifting into automatic
oh feigning panic
addicted to the vain in manic
its old and static
i’m wearing out the too dramatic
had a dream that I was running fast and
gotta a lotta catching up to do
for free (x2)