Текст: Sahara Hotnights. Whirlwind Reaper.

Please don't try to lean on me
It's a sham honey, I'm on wheels
Such a bad idea, depending on me
No promises, no guarantees

I left you cornered, I left you broke
As I held your gaze
I checked for damage
It took me hours, it took me days

And when all our battles are lost
We like to paint our names on the wall
When we wake up with the world on our backs
And we know that we're gone for sure

I told you twice, you heard me once
This ain't gonna last'
As we sat in silence
Returned a smile to a hollow face

Seems like yesterday
You had private access
Now I'm not so sure
Hey, whirlwind reaper

Tried hard to please me
When I asked for more