Your Love

I know your type, what you likes

A young corpse bride, cold as ice

I'm alive, but I'm on fire

If that's alright, I want

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

And I know that you wanted me like her

In the palm of your hand like a lighter

All the lights make me want to be lighter

I don't care if I'm wrong, I'm a writer

I'm alive and I'm on fire

If that's alright, I want

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love

Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love

In the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on it, name on it

In the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your, bullet with your, bullet with your

Bullet with your, bullet with your

In the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

Killer, killer, what the fuck you gon' do?

I've got a bullet with your name on

In the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin' tip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

I got a bullet with your name on, name on