Killing A Thousand Byrds With One Stone

Killing A Thousand Byrds With One Stone

Inmemory
(album: Safety In Rumors)

I´m not better than I breathe and that´s the truth,
I´m a gentleman that´s guided by perfume,
My excuse is everything you put me through,
Can´t stand to be alone, so I´ll dance with you

The hearts that we break,
Prove to be honest.
Honest reminders,
To stay modest.

Warn your daughters I´ll make them cry with style!

Don´t stand so close to me,
It´s not like I promised,
I don´t owe you a god damn thing.

Hopeless romantic bastard son,
I´m a son of a bitch with a loaded gun,
I´m the type that falls in love with a hit and run,
Probably one said they saw me and that´s what you want

The hearts that we break,
Prove to be honest.
Honest reminders
To stay modest.

Warn your daughters I´ll make them cry with style!

Don´t stand so close to me,
Its not like I promised,