He can't explain his everything to break his fall
The one who hit his big, fat lip
His glasses fall
She's come out right
She's in his sight
On knees he'll crawl
He lost the fight
Home for the night
Sick of it all
Stop killing me
You've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all that you drag with it, with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She no longer stares and no longer cares about anything
But she can't frown though
There's so little left for him
The last to know
She can't explain her everything to break his fall
Stop killing me
You've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all that you drag with it, with it
With it, with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stop killing me
You've led me on
You're killing me
Stop killing me
You've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all that you drag with it, with it
Stop killing me
You've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all that you drag with it, with it
With it, with it, with it, with it, hey
Writer(s): Schmidt, Kevin Charles, Andrew Jeremy Booker, Brad Gagnepain
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