I guess I got what I prayed for Now you're in my bed I guess we look good on paper Thoughts run through my head I know you think you got me wrapped around your fingers And what's behind those cold dead eyes? A life lingers How 'bout if I look down?
(My fault if I lay you down) You got it good too often (Was it my fault? If I lay you down, just hop out, bitch) How 'bout if I looked out?
(My fault.....
