Take back your new yellow dress
The one without the blood stains that makes you feel the best,
But insincere and moving scared you were just waiting patiently
For a moment between the second you knew would be there
Maybe if I could have held out longer
I would be sharing with you my last cigarette
And maybe if I could have let go sooner
I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets
Act out your clueless distress
And try not to forget the numbers scratched onto your chest
But in-between and out of scenes
You were sprinting for an epiphany
Hoping this would all make sense
And maybe if I could have held out longer
I would be sharing with you my last cigarette
And maybe if I could have let go sooner
I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets
I'm sure it felt good to you
To find a wound to bleed through
A sense of security the feel of someone to cling to
The fuel is fear the scenery's not that clear
But as for insight it's a nice night for a fist fight.
Writer(s): Ladd Carlock Mitchell, Miles Logan Parkhill, Justin Valenti, Timothy Costello
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