Lyrics to The Pen Pretends
Your penitentiary eyes, I swear they're telling no lies. I have a feeling that I won't live through this. You made me swear on my life to go along with the lie. I have a feeling that I won't live through this. You go along with the ghost, after all he's your host but you wonder if you will live through this. Warm breath on your neck and your hair is a mess but you wonder if you won't love what's next.
You learn to trust the one you love. You learn to trust this isn't love. Tomorrow's light will take us home to families we left alone. When someone questions where you were, you'll swear to God you weren't with her. She says it's ok, she has trust. You learn to trust the one you love.
Your heart's blistering cold to love and to hold but I'm feeling invincible tonight. You're the bringer of life through a web of disguise, I have a feeling that I could live with this. I know we're just playing games but the feeling is strange and you know I seem to love the thrill. Warm breath on your neck, your poor, torn little dress and your grin's telling me you'll love what's next.
I can't do this anymore, people think I'm a whore and that's a feeling that you could never get. You don't care about me you just want to be free, tell me have you found your freedom yet?
Where is this anger coming from? Your sweet response to all my love? You'll learn to trust the one you love. You'll learn that lust just isn't love.
You learn to trust the one you love. You learn to trust this isn't love. Tomorrow's light will take us home to families we left alone. When someone questions where you were, you'll swear to God you weren't with her. She says it's ok, she has trust. You learn to trust the one you love.
Your heart's blistering cold to love and to hold but I'm feeling invincible tonight. You're the bringer of life through a web of disguise, I have a feeling that I could live with this. I know we're just playing games but the feeling is strange and you know I seem to love the thrill. Warm breath on your neck, your poor, torn little dress and your grin's telling me you'll love what's next.
I can't do this anymore, people think I'm a whore and that's a feeling that you could never get. You don't care about me you just want to be free, tell me have you found your freedom yet?
Where is this anger coming from? Your sweet response to all my love? You'll learn to trust the one you love. You'll learn that lust just isn't love.
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