THIS FINGER'S FOR OUR MEMORIES
you pretend that i don't mean nothin'
i'm not a saint that's easy to tell
but guess what honey, you ain't no angel
you like to scream use words as a weapon
well go ahead, take your best shot woman
i'm not a saint that's easy to tell
but guess what honey, you ain't no angel
you like to scream use words as a weapon
well go ahead, take your best shot woman
so rip my pictures from your wall
tear them down and burn them all
light the fire and walk away
there's nothing left to say, so
take the ashes from the floor
bury them to just make sure
that nothing more is left of me
just bittersweet memories
tear them down and burn them all
light the fire and walk away
there's nothing left to say, so
take the ashes from the floor
bury them to just make sure
that nothing more is left of me
just bittersweet memories
