Buy Me
By: The Oxford Comma
Duration
3:01
Genres
Description
A treatise on my friends...
Lyrics
If you had nothing left to say, you'd find a reason to go on talking anyway If you could only walk away, you'd find a new life, love would show the way Buy me a flower for the day, take the thorns off, lay it on my grave Bind me in the shadow of your grace The truth is told in between the lies, trading thoughts, just to kill the time You try to hard to come out on top, take a breath, watch the veil drop Buy me a flower for the day, take the thorns off, lay it on my grave Bind me in the shadows of your grace Wake up, step out of the dream, don't forget you're half woman half machine Stand up live like never before, be Madonna, and be the whore I kick you down and then you pull me up, you spill your love from a broken cup You wonder why I've never had enough, I can't feel a thing my tears are made of dust Buy me a flower for the day, take the thorns off, lay it on my grave Bind me in the shadows of your grace, save the human race