ive loved everything about you that hurts,
so let me see your moves,
let me see your moves,
lips pressed close to mine
but the prince of any failing empire knows that
everybody wants to drive on through the night,
if its the drive back home
things arent the same anymore,
some nights it gets so bad that i almost pick up the phone
i sleep with your old shirts
and walk through this house in your shoes
i know its strange
its a strange way of saying that i know im supposed to love you
im supposed to love you
ive already given up on myself twice
but the third time is the charm,
threw caution to the wind,
and ive traced your shadows on the wall
now i kiss them whenever im down,
whenever im down
just kind of figured on
not figuring myself out
i was born under a bad sign,
but you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"cross my heart and hope to die,
splinter from the headboard in my eye"
photo-proofed kisses i remember so well
i sleep with your old shirts
and walk through this house in your shoes
i know its strange
its a strange way of saying that i know im supposed to love you
im supposed to love you