August ArVille - ransom (can't speak with her name on my lips) Lyrics

Can't speak with her name on my lips
The heat and heartbreak lead to this
I can't be serious
Take one good look at this
A mess with his head in his fingertips
Love in his eyes and it comes to this
Can't speak with my head in my hands
Table's free, do you wanna dance
Nauseous in guiltiness
Does it always feel like this
Knowing it's wrong but not hating it
We're coming along, where we made for this
Take it all out on me
Vying for sympathy
Hate being the victim in my own scheme
Where's the empathy
Darling
Walking along on my own two set of bones
Head still in my hands
And the marmalade when I spoke
Tongue swells to fill my throat
Love me the way that I still love you the most
Love me but conditionally
Pray my name like a sinful priest
The flesh on my bones running down the street
She's escaping
Darling
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Haunted and scared for the last time
I won't take no for an answer
Compassion in hand
And a passionate man in the other
I refuse, I refute, I rebuke
And I will not take her
I will not, I will not, I will not, I will not demand closure
It's over
It's nothing
Yet from nothing
Rises like a siren
Her
Can't speak with her name on my lips
The pen in my hand leads to this
Is that all there is
All just for a kiss
I demand a reason to feel like this
Hating the way I am left with this
I am left with this