Nothing Personal - Des Rocs

I found you sleeping in my coffin

Pale white and in your favorite party dress

I start to feel a little nauseous

Bloody tears, they’re all falling as I wept

«You could use a little action»

«Run away and lead a life without consequence»

Reaching for a book of matches

Strike a light and you’ll see the real mess that I am

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I wanna take you home

Until the morning come

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I see ya collar bone

And wanna lose control

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I wanna drain you of the morning

I wanna tear away the shadows brick by brick

I know you coulda used a warning

You thought I kissed ya just to borrow some lipstick?

Will you be a stranger at a party?

Reading lips across a room of empty space

With a secret you keep guarded

Like a funeral, buries all our past mistakes

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear it’s nothing personal

I wanna take you home

Until the morning come

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I see ya collar bone

And wanna lose control

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I wanna take you home

Until the morning come

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I see ya collar bone

And wanna lose control

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I, I, I

I wanna take you home

Until the morning come

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I

I see ya collar bone

And wanna lose control

I swear it’s nothing personal

I swear that it is nothing personal, I