Lyrics You're Poison, I'm Well - Red City Radio

You're Poison, I'm Well

I’m not above forgiveness
But I can tell this ain’t working out
And if lies were lead
You’d be gasping for air and violently drowning
This battlefield is stained with blood
And you look more desperate
It’s over
Time’s wasted, are we here again
It’s over
How could you believe that we’re the same
It’s over
Sorry if I bother you
But I want you to know
I give my replies in stereo
I was laying on the ground
I was looking up
I was walking on the edge without breaking down
But I’m loving the life I live
And if there’s a chance this ain’t working out
I may be dumb enough not to hear the sound
Of broken dreams
I’ll make my stand at my very own Gettysburg
This battlefield is stained with blood
You look more desperate
Throw your life away
It’s not like you deserve it
Give yourself another day
Don’t act like you have earned it
Go on and try to live that life
It gives me a chance to write a lullaby
Hope it helps you sleep at night
I was laying on the ground
I was looking up
I was walking on the edge without breaking down
But I’m loving the life I live
And if there’s a chance this ain’t working out
I may be dumb enough not to hear the sound
Of broken dreams
I’ll make my stand at my very own Gettysburg
I was laying on the ground
I was looking up
I was walking on the edge without breaking down
But I’m loving the life I live
And if there’s a chance this ain’t working out
I may be dumb enough not to hear the sound
Of broken dreams
I’ll make my stand at my very own Gettysburg
And in the end this battlefield is stained with blood
At my very own Gettysburg
And in the end this battlefield is stained with blood
At my very own Gettysburg
And in the end this battlefield is stained with blood
At my very own Gettysburg
This battlefield is stained with blood