Giving Up - Boys of Fall

I’ll paint you a picture, yeah of a girl in black

Staring at me from across the room, and as we dance

She’s whispering everything I wanna hear

But I’ve felt like this so many times, so what’s one more, dear?

Here I am by myself again

Sweet soft lips, didn’t notice it

You need the rush of what I give

But your pretty little heart, it belongs to him

If he breaks it, I’m waiting

End of the bar in the corner faded

But you don’t care, I fear

Now I’m sick of waiting up

It seems my love isn’t good enough so

Take those lips and get them out of my head

You’re undressed, his apartment

I’m drunk, left with nothing

Don’t trust the devil 'cause she’s not who you think she is

No, she’s not who you think she is

I’m getting sick, sick, sick of it

No, she’s not who you think she is

I’m getting sick of it, sick of it, ooh

You’re twisting it

Looks to kill and you’re killing it

Pulled me and I’m fixed in it

You burn the air and I breathe it in

And you fuck with me everyday

I know you say, it’s probably better this way

I only wish you could stay, wish you could stay

I’ve had enough, so

I’m sick of waiting up

It seems my love isn’t good enough so

Take those lips and get them out of my head

You’re undressed, his apartment

I’m drunk, left with nothing

Don’t trust the devil 'cause she’s not who you think she is

Take it from me, she’ll lead you in

Lips like hell and you’ll burn for it

I don’t think girl you can handle it

And I’m sick of taking blame in every argument

Done with all the bitching and wishing you would never go

Sick of taking your hate with me out on the road

And if I come back and you’re not there

If I come back and you’re not there

I’m givin' up, givin' up, givin' up, baby

I’m givin' up, givin' up, givin' up

Now I’m sick of waiting up

It seems my love isn’t good enough so

Take those lips and get them out of my head

You’re undressed, his apartment

I’m drunk, left with nothing

Don’t trust the devil cause she’s not who you think she is

I’m sick of waiting up

I’m not good enough, no

You’re undressed, his apartment

I’m drunk, left with nothing

Don’t trust the devil cause she’s not who you think, no

Not who you think she is