Shawn Mendes

Just like a moth drawn to a flameOh, you lured me in, I couldn’t sense the pain

Your bitter heart, cold to the touch

Now I’m gonna reap what I sew

I’m left seeing red on my own
Got a feeling that I’m going under

But I know that I’ll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Move on
You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches