No one's perfect in the slightest God
So why smite the ones who try?
I've been living at the bottom of a bottle
I still don't know why
We sell love
Even when it's fake
We tried real
But it always breaks
Can you separate the lyrics sung
From the ones who write the song
Cuz the love they share always sours over time
But keeps us satisfied
We sell love
Even when it's fake
We tried real
But it always breaks
No matter who
I always try to run
But in my songs
They're the ones that hold the gun