It hurts to have to do this
Draw my line upon the sand
But if I don’t
If I do nothing
Then the beach will drown come the next tide
Author's Notes/Comments:
“I could have chased it down. I could have held your love,
But wouldn’t you think me weak?
…
Perfect hips, perfect hips, she was perfect lips,
Pieces of your heart splattered on the cliff
We go home, watch a movie
Tell me can you feel the beat?
Getting loose, getting loose, she was
Letting those feelings loose, she was, becoming a monster”
– The Jezabels