I want to take the bullet, the one aimed straight for your heart
I want to meet the wolves halfway, and let them tear me apart
But that's not the way they do it here

I want to lay on the tracks, feel hot steel screaming at me
Expose the bones on my back, let me show you what I mean
Yeah, it's a different kind of love

I want to climb barbed wire fences and warm our hands in blood
And this is my gift, asking you to fix my ruined hands
And it's a gift that keeps on giving, and right now it's all I have to give

I want to write the perfect song, and play it just for you
While you're tangled up in sleep
I need you more that I'll ever know
Until I stop breathing, my lungs will take you for granted

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI