Ten Goodbyes - Tim Atlas

I won’t plead, I won’t plead

Guilty for this

Cause you’re just a mess,

And I won’t clean it up

If I die, If I die

It’s cause I’m building up a fear of ten goodbyes, and

When we try, when we try

The backburner burns down to my thighs

Roses red, violets blue

But who gives a damn

When lovers and friends

Just turn to black and white

If I die, If I die

It’s cause I’m building up a fear of ten goodbyes, and

When we try, when we try

The backburner burns down to my thighs

If I ever leave this town

Trace my tracks, but don’t track me down

A one way street to brand new eyes

It burns inside and jams the I-5

If I die, If I die

It’s cause I’m building up a fear of ten goodbyes, and

When we try, when we try

The backburner burns down to my thighs