Olivia Jean - Perfume

YOU ARE A PISTOL AIMED AT MY HEART,
FOR SO LONG IT'S LEFT ME SCARRED,
I HEAR YOUR NAME, I'M TORN APART,
I HEAR YOUR NAME, I'M TORN APART,
FORCED TO LEAVE EVERYTHING TO CHANCE,
I PRAY TO SHAKE OUT OF YOUR TRANCE,
A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE,
A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCE,

A FIRE SET UPON MY PATH,
THE LAST FACE I SAW BEFORE THE CRASH,
NO, YOU DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE STOLE,
YOU'RE THE PERFUME I WORE TO MY FUNERAL,

I LET YOUR DAMAGE LEAVE ME NUMB,
COMFORTABLY PLAYING VICTIM,
ALL THAT I HAD HAS COME UNDONE,
ALL THAT I HAD HAS COME UNDONE,
BEEN LEFT TO ROAM, BEEN LEFT ASTRAY,
CATCH ME BEFORE I'M THROWN AWAY,
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY,
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY,

A FIRE SET UPON MY PATH,
THE LAST FACE I SAW BEFORE THE CRASH,
NO, YOU DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE STOLE,
YOU'RE THE PERFUME I WORE TO MY FUNERAL.

Written by:
Olivia Jean

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Lyrics © ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP

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