Loney dear Hulls (live at Real World Studios)

These people, what are your friends for You wish they could help you, you better get used to We don t sleep much, we re looking for trouble We saw town sides, I was your lover Now I hold back, when I talk to you. when I m blacked out And you re biased, cause I m keeping you close to me I grab your arm hard, to make you hit me To make it hurt less, to even wait He is a madman, he is my trouble, It s not right now, he is my burden I talk loud, I push right back, when he is my trouble, my trouble, To ask me to hit him, til words got out He is a madman, he is my trouble, He s my sadness, he is my burden And the women, they sing in their low keys They sing how did they get here, I wish they could carry me over the waters But I cannot say anything, this is a secret, You took me out here, you walked on a limb for me He is my sadness, he s my trouble It s not right now, he s my burden