Dead Ringer

© Ava Anderson 2018

 

I used to believe in love before you came along

Had to throw you out like a cigarette that got rained on

I was blind by your disguise, it’s unoriginal

You may talk the talk, walk the walk, but this act is criminal

You’re a dead ringer, yeah

Dead ringer, yeah

 

So pull up to my place with your 750 of Jack

Oh but did you forget I taught you how to drink like that

Go ahead, steal my shit, there’s more where that came from

Keep trash talkin, sleep walkin, cause baby we are done

You’re a dead ringer, yeah

A dead ringer, yeah

 

Now we sleep in separate beds it's something I don't miss

Honey don't you pretend I didn't see that French kiss

Run on out, of my house, fake sugar makes me sick

Take the trash with you, hell with you, long outta my head

You're a dead ringer, yeah

A dead ringer, yeah 

 

Dig up the dirt, push me low

You can't ring my bell (I hope you don't believe in heaven)

Dig up the dirt, push me low

You can't ring my bell

Dig up the dirt push me low

You can't ring my bell (I hope you don't believe in heaven)

Dig up the dirt push me low

You can't ring my bell (I hope you don't believe in heaven, baby)

 

You're a dead ringer (I hope you don't believe in heaven, baby)

You're a dead ringer, yeah (I hope you don't believe in heaven, baby)

I hope you don't believe in heaven, baby

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© 2018 by Ava Anderson.

Photos by Ariff Danial.