Though I'm young and cynical Thats not my only crime Ive been stealing all your cigarettes To save another dime In case you havent noticed I just gave them all away
Tell me what do you think of me now That I've traded all my armor for a crown Come on what do you do with me now That I've taken down the mirror on the wall And the sweet rain is ready to fall Giving it up for you
Oh... giving it up for you
Well I take a lot of medicine I don't really need I was drinking at eleven Getting high at seventeen So now I don't appreciate the taste of expensive wine
Tell me what do you think of me now That I've traded all my armor for a crown Come on what do you do with me now That I've taken down the mirror on the wall And the sweet rain is ready to fall Giving it up for you
Take your aim like artemis And kill another dove But when your heart becomes a hunter You may wound your chance to love
Tell me what do you think of me now That I've traded all my armor for a crown Come on what do you do with me now That I've taken down the mirror on the wall And the sweet rain is ready to fall Giving it up for you
Giving it up for you... Giving it up for you... Giving it up for you...
Giving it up
Compositor: Holly Brook / Jon IngoldsbyPublicado em 2005 e lançado em 2009 (04/Set)ECAD verificado fonograma #11003778 em 21/Abr/2024