Mock-Up - Heatmiser

A devil dog, a close call, somebody else

And your love, your love, your love

It’s just a wicked friend and it’s time that you’re fighting off

Are you scared that i’m dying ???

Start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself

Sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else

You wanna get well on your own

But truth to tell, you’ve been shot to hell

You’re all f***ing holes

All i ever ???

Doing things that i’ll never tell anybody else

I’m not shooting, i’m not shooting, i’m not playing

I’m here waiting for anybody

Well i guess i’m not playing

Melodrama, it’s just me It’s just me It’s your love, it’s your love