Dash Berlin

"Better Half Of Me"
(feat. Jonathan Mendelsohn)

When all I want is for you to see
The side that I don’t show to anyone
In fear that they may turn and run
Alone and incomplete
No more tears to cry
No more blood to bleed

I’ll fall forever endlessly
When you should be the ground beneath my feet
The better half of me

When all I want is for you to see
The side that I don’t show to anyone
In fear that they may turn and run
Alone and incomplete
No more tears to cry
No more blood to bleed

Broken promises that are like road kill
They’re on the side of the street
Concrete casualties of love
Chewed up and spit out
Raise high then drop down and now
I don’t know what’s left of me

And I collect myself
And crawl through the shadows
Reach out my hand to the sky and shout out
I’ll never make these same mistakes again
Cause someone out there holds the key to my heart
And do everything to tear it apart
By never allowing myself to let you in

When all I want is for you to see
The side that I don’t show to anyone
In fear that they may turn and run
Alone and incomplete
No more tears to cry
No more blood to bleed

Lyric

All Time Low - Shameless Lyric

Hips swaying, lips lie

Like clockwork, she's in control

Of all the right guys

And I'm still waiting

                Fitting nights with a car alarm

               Wears high-tops with her favorite stone

               She's showing off the way she walks

It's on

Take me, show me

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

The corners of your empty room

              The trouble we could get in to

              Just fake it for me

              (Whoa oh, whoa oh)

              Disregard the footsteps

              And we'll never tell a soul

Tonight I'm finding a way

To make the things that you say

Just a little less obvious

                 I walk a fine line

                Between the right and the real

              

                They watch me closely

                But talk is cheap here

Like a weightless currency

Your words don't mean shit to me

I'm always cashing out

Take me, show me

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

               The corners of your empty room

              The trouble we could get in to

             Just fake it for me

            (Whoa oh, whoa oh)

           Disregard the footsteps

           And we'll never tell a soul

Tonight I'm finding a way

To make the things that you say

Just a little less obvious

I confess

         Tonight I'm dressed up in gold

         You've got me fucked up and so

 

         You talk like you're famous

         You're shameless