Shane Hunt - Sex With Exes

Our past reads like a palindrome
In a dialect I speak, but can't recall
It's a scab I scratch with vitriol
A blow that begs to land so I can fall

But I'll try and rest my hot head
On your cold shoulder

And I know you fell in love with him
But the devil only swoons when angels sin
There's nothing that will ever come of it
When we break each puzzle piece to make it fit

But I'll try and rest my hot head
On your cold shoulder
But I'll try and rest my hot head
On your cold shoulder

So blame me
Say I ruin everything
Blame me
Say I ruin everything

But when my name rolls off your tongue
Just savor it before it's gone

Written by:
Shane Hunt

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