maggie lame - tabula rasa

God damn, we've really fucked it up this time
Throwing flags from the sideline
When you went left, I went right
Only honest when we're high
No way this would survive

But I can still feel you on my lips like Burt's Bees
You didn't think I'd be that dirty, no
Didn't think you'd ever hurt me
Sober we're still flirty
How'd this end so poorly?

You say we're too messy, messy, oh
I'll admit, it's quite risky, risky, oh
But baby can you tell me, tell me
That when I ask you if you wanna start all over, honey you'd wanna say "yes"?

Give me that clean slate
Take away the heartache
Be my last good mistake
We're not even dead yet, so why are you planning the wake?

Give me that clean slate
Take away the heartache
Be my last good mistake
We're not even dead yet, so why are you planning the wake?

God damn, I've really fallen for you this time
Emptied wallets found a dime
But burning bridges is a crime
Bittersweet like a dry wine
No sweat, I'm doing fine

And I can still feel your body in my bed sheets
Ain't go no foam, but there's still memory, oh
And you still visit in my dreams
Put a smile on my face while I fail to fall asleep

You say we're too messy, messy, oh
I'll admit, it's quite risky, risky, oh
But baby can you tell me, tell me
That when I ask you if you wanna start all over, honey you'd wanna say "yes"?

Give me that clean slate
Take away the heartache
Be my last good mistake
We're not even dead yet, so why are you planning the wake?

Give me that clean slate
Take away the heartache
Be my last good mistake
We're not even dead yet, so why are you planning the wake?

Give me that clean slate
Take away the heartache
Be my last good mistake
We're not even dead yet, so why are you planning the wake?

Give me that clean slate
Take away the heartache
Be my last good mistake
We're not even dead yet, so why are you planning the wake?

Written by:
Margaret Lane

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