Testo Glamour Her

You and me
A certain specialty
Bound by circumstance
And uncertainty
You cry to me
And I hold you
You're growing up
While I'm descending We're going down together
Hell yeah
You and me
Bound for tragedy
Want to make you
What you cannot be
I'll tell you
That I'll miss you
One hundred miles can't contain this
You can't contain this
Oh no!
I think that
We want this
I know that
You'll deny it We're hurting
While you're away
You're fighting
To hold onto me
You and me
We're getting sloppy
Running from inevitability
I cry to you
And I cut you loose
It was me
Pretending it was only you
Maybe it was only you?
Hell yes
These fucking games
Have got me torn
Your fucking love
Is like a thorn