Sweet Talker, I let myself fall for you, even when I knew you were trouble. Now we’re in a world of it, and I just might need you more than ever. But it’s going to be hard when the last promise you made to me was the first promise you broke. Now I don’t know whether to pray you come for me, Or curse your name until my very last breath. If we do this again, there’s just one rule: No more secrets, and no more lies. Only one of us is still hiding something, And it could be the difference between us going down in a blaze of glory Or burning to ash from the flames.
Sweet Talker, I let myself fall for you, even when I knew you were trouble. Now we’re in a world of it, and I just might need you more than ever. But it’s going to be hard when the last promise you made to me was the first promise you broke. Now I don’t know whether to pray you come for me, Or curse your name until my very last breath. If we do this again, there’s just one rule: No more secrets, and no more lies. Only one of us is still hiding something, And it could be the difference between us going down in a blaze of glory Or burning to ash from the flames.