Norma Jean - The Lash Whistled Like a Singing Wind Lyrics

Our friendship has a white flag.
I'll surrender if that's what it takes,
But I'll never admit defeat.

If that's the road, then you have the map.
You and I mean way less to me than anything.

In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments
And whatever happens to be spewing
Out of your dependency jail.

There's a slow dance soiree of trouble,
But you threw the party...

We're all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame.

Well, there's a lot of things that can start a fire.

I hope you're satisfied,
Because we all know it's the last thing that I'll hide
And it's the last thing that you will expect.

No... you made your own damn mistakes!