You Take The Blonde, I'll Take The Brunette by Post Break Tragedy
You don't even know all of the things
That I would like to do to you
It's so true and I've heard enough
I want actions and reactions even if it's so wrong
All i want to hear is the sound of breathing
And you heart beating, still beating.
If you'd just let go of self control
For one second you won't regret this
And i know one song is all that it would take to break
Why fight it? If you want it?
This is not love
This is my blood, adrenaline and alcohol
Can you feel the room start to spin and it's over,
One more drink and it's over, it's over.
This Is Not Love