Justin Posey. Pain. Zeneszám

Pain is a weakness
And it's leaving my body now
Leaving my body now

And you are a disease
Always returning somehow
Always returning somehow

Brush me off
Like you have every guy before
You're scared
Of committing yourself
To the things that you so adore

Your body wants to be where the rest of you does not care to be tonight
But if you lie here with my hands in your hair, would it make you feel alive?

But those aren't my hands
They aren't even close
And those aren't my plans
I've got better things to do

It feels like you picked up a gun and pointed it at my chest
Pulled the trigger and laid my pitiful heart to rest
But I say

Pain is a weakness
And it's leaving my body now
Leaving my body now

And you are a disease
Always returning somehow
Always returning somehow

Please get away
'Cause I am finally over you
No, you cannot stay
Or my heart will come unglued

Your body wants to be where the rest of you does not care to be tonight
But if you lie here with my hands in your hair, would it make you feel alive?

But those aren't my hands
They aren't even close
And those aren't my plans
I've got better things to do

It feels like you picked up a gun and pointed it at my chest
Pulled the trigger and laid my pitiful heart to rest
But I say

Pain is a weakness
And it's leaving my body now
Leaving my body now

And you are a disease
Always returning somehow
Always returning somehow

If you come any closer I might explode
If you don't leave now I might impose on you to walk out my door
Don't act like it's something you've never learned before
If you come any closer I might explode
If you don't leave now I might impose on you to walk out my door
Don't act like it's something you've never heard before