I miss you like the desert misses the rain
like I never had you anyway...

Hands down, hiding in pockets
They're shaking from the news...

I'm punching holes into your sanity,
In my revenge of these tattered photographs...

Its the way my arms tangle in your hair
and your lips graze mine...

There are times when these eyes close
or lie awake for days...

With broken wings she falters among mistakes that...
the lipstick leaves cold smudges and the mascara...

In the dark with the music on
i reflect on this life of mine...

Baby in chains
and a pretty bow on top...

He held you in his arms one day
and he said those words to you...

I'm afraid this time its a bit too much
for me to crave, or need, or touch...

She hated him for whispering
the words in her mind...

Baby I'm bulletproof
so give me a shot...