Storm The Sky, Trenton Woodley - Dead Giveaway feat. Trenton Smith

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Well, fuck, I’m in love again
Head stuck in an oven and
There’s no such thing
As youth without a consequence
The haze has settled in
And things are cloudier than they have ever seemed
I don’t know where I stand in importance
When it comes to all of the truth that I am yet to see
I feel your spirit with me
We’re walking side by side but your heart, it fades
And I’ve been feeling it for days
At the end of it all, you’re broken
And did I mention that you’re the only thing
I want more than attention? (More than attention)
If these walls could talk the talk
I’m sure they’d back me up
And my intentions, well, they’re the only thing
I feel like I have to prove
'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true
First thing’s first; you’ve gotta let me help you
This is exactly what I meant when
I said you were perfect, perfect for someone else
You’ll never show me that you proved
You deserved it, it wasn’t worth it
I feel you here, taking over
Shattering all I have, just give the rest of me back
(I feel you here) Keep me intact
Just give the rest of me back
Shattering all I have, just give the rest of me back
You took the best of me, just give the rest of me back
And did I mention that you’re the only thing
I want more than attention? (More than attention)
If these walls could talk the talk
I’m sure they’d back me up
And my intentions, well, they’re the only thing
I feel like I have to prove
'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true
First thing’s first; you’ve gotta let me help you
You tried to sew us together again
With a needle of reckless intent
And you cut every thread I had ever stitched in
You were death of me before I let you in
And God, I hope this sentence stings
Hang by a thread, I hope you unravel slow
Did I mention that your attention’s
The only thing I want?
And these words could talk the talk
They’d back me up
And my intentions, they’re the only thing
I feel like I have to prove
'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true
First thing’s first; you’ve gotta let me help you
And did I mention that you’re the only thing
I want more than attention? (More than attention)
If these walls could talk the talk
I’m sure they’d back me up
And my intentions, they’re the only thing
I feel like I have to prove
'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true
First thing’s first; you’ve gotta let me help you