Don’t Come Close: 

Don’t Come close 

You know you’ll be in trouble when you go 

Don’t check your phone it’s out of your control 

Remember how we used to push and go

Take it slow

The devils really tryna sell my soul 

Does anyone really have to know 

I guess that they don’t 




Oh god no, don’t make me go down this broken road, 


I’m losing all my god damn self control 


I hope I have enough but I just don’t





Your my black hole 

Fall so deep, can’t find your way back home 

the toxic tastes so good before you choke 


pretty little lies will take their toll 

How can I say no 

Brown eyes soft but dagers to my hold 


There’s nothing left I’m all dust & bones 


Here we go 

Oh god no 

Don’t make me go down this broken road

I’m losing all my god damn self control 

I hope I have enough but I just don’t 

I just don’t 

Ooo

It’s my lack of self control 

Or maybe I can’t let go 

Oh god no 


Sent from my iPhone