BWISE

Love Sick For You, baby

On another restless night
from a distant look from here
small town swallowed me whole
spreading me through as time released
and my minds locked to one soul
while the locksmith cant find the key
says its gonna take more than money
to make it up for me
and I can take alot of bullets
swallowed my share of pain
but the pills always make it better
develop my picture to a stronger man
and my gal, shes sitting at a desk
thats shackled to the hall in my head
i still haven't released her yet,
while the cops fear that shes dead
Its to capture her imagination,
to cut out her heart
paste ours both together
so they'd never beat apart