What was that music in the back seat of your mom’s car? The soundtrack of revolution when it just starts You tried to stop me right before we took it too far Breaking your own heart
And we came for the love But we left with the money I hate, I hate I hate the way you love me
We are the young heart attacks Full of, I’m never ever gonna come back And there’s no loyalties among thieves Expect for you and me
Breaking your own damn heart
A tattoo of an old stiletto on your left arm I’ll write a song about it on the guitar They’ll take our picture when we’re running from the law Breaking your own heart
The story started as a monolog But it got better when you came along Just us… Bonnie and clyde have come alive again But we all know just how the story ends We know
