Dead Giveaway - Storm The Sky, Trenton Woodley

Well, fuck, I’m in love again

Head stuck in an oven and

There’s no such thing

As youth without a consequence

The haze has settled in

And things are cloudier than they have ever seemed

I don’t know where I stand in importance

When it comes to all of the truth that I am yet to see

I feel your spirit with me

We’re walking side by side but your heart, it fades

And I’ve been feeling it for days

At the end of it all, you’re broken

And did I mention that you’re the only thing

I want more than attention?

(More than attention)

If these walls could talk the talk

I’m sure they’d back me up

And my intentions, well, they’re the only thing

I feel like I have to prove

'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true

First thing’s first;

you’ve gotta let me help you

This is exactly what I meant when

I said you were perfect, perfect for someone else

You’ll never show me that you proved

You deserved it, it wasn’t worth it

I feel you here, taking over

Shattering all I have, just give the rest of me back

(I feel you here) Keep me intact

Just give the rest of me back

Shattering all I have, just give the rest of me back

You took the best of me, just give the rest of me back

And did I mention that you’re the only thing

I want more than attention?

(More than attention)

If these walls could talk the talk

I’m sure they’d back me up

And my intentions, well, they’re the only thing

I feel like I have to prove

'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true

First thing’s first;

you’ve gotta let me help you

You tried to sew us together again

With a needle of reckless intent

And you cut every thread I had ever stitched in

You were death of me before I let you in

And God, I hope this sentence stings

Hang by a thread, I hope you unravel slow

Did I mention that your attention’s

The only thing I want?

And these words could talk the talk

They’d back me up

And my intentions, they’re the only thing

I feel like I have to prove

'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true

First thing’s first;

you’ve gotta let me help you

And did I mention that you’re the only thing

I want more than attention?

(More than attention)

If these walls could talk the talk

I’m sure they’d back me up

And my intentions, they’re the only thing

I feel like I have to prove

'Cause these words aren’t verbs, true

First thing’s first;

you’ve gotta let me help you