Rhetoric by Red Hour Lyrics

A grip and pull for every fucking noose you put me through
I loved you but you loved anything else with good looks and cut-throughs
So get used them, get used to me
Get a hold on me your favorite disease
I'm here of every dead man's wish
To top you off on another cancerous kiss

A kiss, a cancerous kiss
Cause now I've had enough of you my dear
So wait till I get my hands on you
I always fail, I always fucking falter
But when it came to loving you my dear
It's a part of me that you just can't shake

I don't mind you in my bitter skin
You're bleeding love and kerosene

A grip and pull for every fucking noose you put me through
I loved you but you loved anything else with good looks that cut through

I don't mind you in my bitter skin
You're bleeding love and kerosene
Yeah I don't mind you in my skin