The Becoming (We Are The Becoming)
The Becoming (We Are The Becoming) - Somebody Didn't Come Home Last Night songtekst
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The sheets, the smell, your silhouette I can still taste the regret Breaking sweat, your breath, my neck Last night won't let me forget It's all on me I know that I get it But really don't get it This is gonna be This is gonna be the last time It's a little too late to go now It's a alittle too soon to slow down I'm gonna burn away the skin thast touched you It's a little too late to go now It's a little too soon to slow down What else can I do? Someone didn't show last night Out of lust and out of sight So cut my hands off, watch them bleed Let the guilt drain out of me And forget it Forget it Forget it.