Divorceé Songtext

I used your empathy to make a brand new suit that I could wrap around me and tailor confidence from my reticence, that I would be like the Divorceé; reminded - you're never gonna get a guarantee. Like the also-rans with their naked hands: too wise for your optimism and naiveté. You gave me your decency and chased behind the beaten, where we could force forgiveness from news that loyalty was the bastard that reminded me that I would be like the Divorceé; reminded that you're never gonna get a guarantee. Like the also-rans with their naked hands: too wise for your optimism and naiveté. Let me have yours.