The Biker's Rules
Oh, I am feeling afraid … But lately I lost my faith … What is love without pain?
It ain’t home … You’re watching me, but I’m in love …
When I get caught, I hope it’s the kind of blackout that will … Take me home
My voice roughens on the words pain, love, and home. Because yeah. That part hits too close.
‘Always do the same, and I’m to blame I lost control again … I know that I’m a mess …
But I ain’t tryna be the best …
So, whatever’s coming next, I better pray-ay-ay-ay