Weekend Secrets & Tender Skin Testo

There's this girl I knowWho lets words slip through her lips
That are nothing but vague
With a drink and a smoke
She's just like the other folk
And when the wind blows her way
She clings to hours on the clock like
Her feet at the bridge
Her toes griping the edge
There's no one to hold her
Or even hold her back
Our eyes can't see the beauty she holds
Within
Her skin
Is so soft that your attention slips right off her
Can't find her
As the night hits her eyes a tear of former regrets rolls down
That crooked face of hers
Sometimes I spend my nights hanging by the telephone
With the music in the background thirsting for attention
Yeah, I'm guilty but I won't be your prisoner
You're convicting my convictions with every second passing by
Just another by stander
In a crowd of zero
Me and this girl we have a lot in common
But we never spoke
Cause I'd act too cool which made me a fool
And I could hide it better then she could
A film playing in my head with a rapid and swift ending
She jumps off this bridge as my last bit of pain consumes my brain
Becoming a coffin of light as dark as my heart
I hear you
I wear you like a necklace that chokes away my cries
Yeah, you might not believe me
That's what gets me the most
That's why your eyes never embrace my tiny body
And caress my stupid thoughts
If looks could kill then I guess that I'm dead
Yeah, there's this girl I know...