Texty: The Venetia Fair. Let's Just Forget About This!.

Quietly, each breath is a gunshot from your lungs .
You?re mouth?s a smoking barrel when you?ve drank your fill.
It screams its hot outside but its cold in here
I try to get the fuck away as I move to nibble on her ear
Pull her close & you can feel her bones through her skin
but not a sound from her chest.

And so we crashed and we may have lost ourselves;
we?d already lost each other
One week short of a year with him
We should stop let?s just forget about this;
let?s just forget about it all as we lay and lost our heads
we feared we may have found our hearts
Like a line drawn in the sand
let?s just forget about this
let?s just forget about it all

The day dies slow on a night like this,
baby who?d the breaks if we?re asleep at the wheel ?
You left the TV on too long; it started screaming:
Don?t you think about her, don?t you think about her

And so we crashed and we may have lost ourselves;
we?d already lost each other
One week short of a year with him
We should stop let?s just forget about this;
let?s just forget about it all as we lay and lost our heads
we feared we very may have found our hearts
Like a line drawn in the sand
let?s just forget about this
let?s just forget about it all

Don?t you think about her, don?t you think about her

And so we crashed and we may have lost ourselves;
we?d already lost each other
One week short of a year with him
We should stop let?s just forget about this;
let?s just forget about it all as we lay and lost our heads
we feared we may have found our hearts
Like a line drawn in the sand
let?s just forget about this
let?s just forget about it all