Of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend
Everything¹s allright
I¹m not getting any younger as long
As you don¹t get any older
I¹m not going to state that yesterday never was
Bloodshot deadbeat and a lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I¹ll die for you
And this compromise
I hereby solenly to tell
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth is what
I¹ll ever hear from you
"Trust" is a dirty word that comes
Only from such a liar
But "respect" is something I will earn..
If you have faith
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