Violent Man Lovesong GoodBooks

You paint a lonely mood
But if I may say so I saw this one coming
From miles ago
And as the sirens sing
I think it's fair to say you're hurting
But I'm hurting too

As for me, I won't let you down
I won't turf you out, I will do you proud

I earn a decent wage
I could control my rage when fighting
I will win for you
And I could drive you around
And I could hold back your hair while you were
Sick on my new suede shoes

As for me, I won't let you down
I won't turf you out, I will do you proud

I've been telling stories, stories about you
I've been forging memories, the way that dictators do
The way you taught me to

I have a picture of you
Within a frame of gold leaf but the glass is gone
I threw it to the floor
That time when we were fighting
But you weren't there