How do you smile with all those tears in your eyes, and all the pain you hide inside? So I fake the laughs with all those good times in the past, and all the fear coming on so fast.
I have a weakness or two, but I'll always follow through.
The heroin and heroines. The women and whiskey. The secrets that are held within, they never seemed so risky. Now press your lips against my skin, so you can fucking kiss me.