Im here in a picture but the paint isn’t dry

And im saturated by his solemn cry

I don’t wanna be here any longer than you

And I don’t want you to think that I do

Its my story I’ll decide on the stakes

Just as long as I sort out the [bad word] from the fakes

So show me whats hid underneath your attire

Before I add flame to the fire
 [bad word] 
Im not sorry for staring

Im not sorry for staring

Its only cos your beautiful

NO ones ever been so beautiful

Ive got my intentions and your playin it cool

As we’re both reaching for the appropriate tool

But a weapon is nothing if love isn’t war

And I know I aint loved you before

You speak through the silence when I am all ears 

And collide with the [bad word] after 4 or 5 beers

Regrets in the morning but don’t blame the sun

For shedding the light on the things that you’ve done - [bad word] 
 [bad word]