Dixon Steele

Wave the valet down
With a Razer brimmed hat
I write out tragedies
And where’s the fun in that
If I held the smoking gun
Id know to get it gone
From the window
She is captured by the charm

In a lonely night
From the pages read it back
Just an innocent girl
But where’s the harm in that
Shes Left in the brine
Just like the book
Hold on Let me act it out
Please take a look
Close shut case got me sweating
Bullets in the night
All thru the night
All thru the night
Least you could of done is called me tonight
Look at my face tell me am I capable of this
Breaks at the wrist
Lungs full of shit
Has everything we built changed cause of this

Oh im crazy bout
Yea im bout you now
With a gentle touch
I could turn you something foul
It was 30 minutes
And I sent the spirit out
Crash and burn
Dead as dirt in 20 something miles

Pack a bag rang the flight line and its booked u a New York
Shouldve planned it at the right time cause I picked up and im torn
Leaving me without telling me so I yell you to get going
Vegas never seemed to bother you till the body washed up shore
I was born soon as u kissed me and ii died right when you left
I lived a few weeks when loving you and now once again I am death
So burn all of my postcards and rip my broach from ur breast
This charm only goes so far when the ugly covers ur head and carries ur breath
Time hath change again
Cleaned I pray and I am
But love loves playing its game
And as a seasoned pawn I withdraw my name

Oh im crazy bout
Yea im bout you now
With a gentle touch
I could turn you something foul
It was 30 minutes
And I sent the spirit out
Crash and burn
Dead as dirt in 20 something miles