GIve it up

Jump Down, fall up

Twisted passions, inverted visions

Rebel Flags, Safety Nets

How about that bet

A run for your money, she’s the best

At what she does

Thinly veiled threats, Smiles from ear to ear

I get this funny feeling, a sickly pit when you’re near

Days I can’t win, days I won’t try

Love for you is running dry

A run for your money, she is the best

At what she does

Damn you, for your sweet face and those lips

they could Sway Satan to sell his soul

for the mere promise of your gold

More precious than any stone the way you wield it

Reality remains secondary to perception

The truth of you is, you are as dirty and worn as we

The ores of your love are unrefined, solid but untamed

Rough and unkind, it coats the lungs

Thick soot, disguised with hugs,

 early morning kisses, dressing your best

Your reality will seep through, ugly like the carbon composition that resides in your chest

You can paint a carcass, but it’s still dead inside

So GIVE IT UP, just lay it to rest

She’s a run for your money, the best

At what she does