Two Heads Hanging
Skydog Music
Toxicity on swing
Worlds burning this isn't no dream
If blackened skies were memories
Accuracy would be reality star TV
This haunt me every single day
Those memories and lips of Chardonnay
If you ever come around
I won't let the world be kept inside
They will diligently be spoken with no remorse
No empathy for such manipulation
Two heads hanging is all we'd be if we had ever tried
Tried to be something better than friends
