Låttexter: Paris Texas. Future Scars.

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Love is lost like polished brass,
Like your youth it never lasts,
You have to quit the con and the kid,
Careers in crush never did pay off.
You're always aiding the breaking of my heart.
It's alright, It's alright.
Turn to air inside my arms.
It's alright, It's alright.
I will find my future scars.
Angels sit on fingertips as prayers are pursed on painted lips.
You're always aiding the breaking of my heart.
When you get to the bottom got to pick it up,
When you get to the top then you're stuck there.
You're so scared,
All of the times in your life that you said you were wasting,
You're just wasting your time.