Take It To My Grave
Lyell
2:17(Just my type, can't get you off my mind) (Ah! Ah!) It's not so bad, they say it only hurts a little Got your finger on the trigger, and you're aiming for the middle Yeah, it's pathetic and fuck, I might regret it But you got something about you, and I'm feeling kinda manic (ah!) Swore I'd never act this way again Can't help it Nothing wrong with just a little sin Don't you want it? Ah! You know you're just my type and I can't get you off my mind I know this can't be good for me, but God, we're fucking poetry Just my type, just my type (Just my type, can't get you off my mind) (Just my type, I think I could die) Feel like I know you, think I saw you in a dyin' dream You got the kind of look and pretty face, you'd see in magazines I feel the tension ruthless, no need to mention And I'd do just about anything now for your attention Ah, you know you're just my type and I can't get you off my mind I know this can't be good for me, but God, we're fucking poetry Just my type, just my type It's not so bad, they say it only hurts a little Got your finger on the trigger, and you're aiming for the middle (Ah! Ah! Ah!) Yeah, it's pathetic and fuck, I might regret it But you got something about you, and I'm feeling kinda manic Ah! You know you're just my type and I can't get you off my mind I know this can't be good for me, but God, we're fucking poetry Just my type, just my type (Just my type, can't get you off my mind) (Just my type, I think I could die)