Disenchanted - Handguns

Woah, sorry

Woah, hahaha

Woah…

Woah-woah

Woah-woah

Woah-woaaah

Woah-woah

Woah-woah

Woah-woaaah

Just like a wrecking ball swinging through a second story window

Everything’s in pieces, my eyes just can’t believe

I feel the undertow pulling hard, never letting go

I can’t fight this sinking feeling

Hate the hands that they’ve been dealing

Instill the image of a saint

Into the heads of the people you hate

Lost my way and all my faith

The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and

All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone

A sore throat and a broken home

Woah-woah

Woah-woah

Woah-woaaah

Woah-woah

Woah-woah

Woah-woaaah

On the opposing team, out for blood, not playing clean

Racking up the penalties

I don’t watch my mouth I, say what I mean

Been doing this since nineteen

What makes you think that you know anything, yeah

It’s you who fuels the anger for these words I put on paper

Thick skin but I can see through you

Vomit lies while you choke on the truth

Lost my way and all my faith

The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and

All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone

A sore throat and a broken home

I won’t forget that first December

I felt alive for the first time ever

(Disappointment swallowed me)

(and sent me right back on the street)

I lost my way and all my faith

The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and

All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone

A sore throat and a broken home

The reason for my disenchantment

I know you’ll take this for granted

Bled me dry of all my passion

This didn’t go the way I planned it

The reason for my disenchantment

I know you’ll take this for granted

Bled me dry of all my passion

This didn’t go the way I planned it