Gang Fights With Irish Accents - Madison

I’m now improved

Got my drift back

That makes your… Makes your heart attack

For what it’s worth I could break you

I’d still make you want this back

At once you were the one that I threw my dependence on

There’s nothing wrong with it so wipe your tears and take it off

Can you bleed?

Can you breathe?

You used to know everything

Fake, fake the words I wrote down

Break, break the boy you couldn’t see because he’s not searching for your

sympathy

The way your voice sounds… Promises made to me

So take these words and drink alone tonight

You haven’t called him since September

So predictable

The truth is penathol has finally got the best of you

You want a gang fight, but while your boozing I hope your cruising

This is a new revolution, white faced and under attack

A struggle for revival, the smoke didn’t flow to my back

What is this content, his opinion

You’ll never take me alive, you’ll never win

So hope for a slow death

Your hand shakes;

you know you’re next

Look what you did to yourself

Lies, lies you’ve all been sold

Starstruck, you take that road

Because all your feelings took the best of me