Crashing Down - Sugarcult

I’ve got something up my sleeve that I don’t wanna show you

'Cause everytime I bleed, I make a fool of me

I’ve got shaky little fingers, that hold on to your grip

You’ve got wrapped around my world

So tight that I can’t breathe

I’m suffocating

We come crashing down

Everytime we go this far again

We come tumbling down

Everytime we go this far again

Everytime we go

I’ve got nothing that I hide, except for what’s inside

I keep it all locked up in this prison we call love

I’m suffocating

We come crashing down

Everytime we go this far again

We come tumbling down

Everytime we go this far again

Everytime we go

Everytime we go

Everytime we go

Everytime we go

Everytime we go

We come crashing down

Everytime we go this far again

We come tumbling down

Everytime we go this far again

We come crashing down

We come tumbling down

We come crashing down

Everytime we go this far again

Everytime we go

Everytime we go