mine: jude harrison

That Girl
Alexz Johnson

At best you could’ve confessed

That you’re a big mess,

And that you’re so damn weak.

I’m the smoke from your fire 

I’m that lie you can trust

I’m the chord on your guitar

I’m that girl you can’t shut up

I’m the blood you might need

In your car when you speed

In that cigarette you breathe

You can’t get rid of me.