Lyrics Mock-Up - Heatmiser

Mock-Up

A devil dog, a close call, somebody else
And your love, your love, your love
It’s just a wicked friend and it’s time that you’re fighting off
Are you scared that i’m dying ???
Start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself
Sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else
You wanna get well on your own
But truth to tell, you’ve been shot to hell
You’re all f***ing holes
All i ever ???
Doing things that i’ll never tell anybody else
I’m not shooting, i’m not shooting, i’m not playing
I’m here waiting for anybody
Well i guess i’m not playing
Melodrama, it’s just me It’s just me It’s your love, it’s your love