"The Kill" lyrics
One of these days
I'm gonna wake up smiling
One of these days
I'm gonna cry
When all of the years start to blend in together
I watch 'em disappear in your eyes
Remember the days we used to drive upstate
Singing indie-rock songs in the car
You wore your fresh leather
And blamed it on the weather
For being the reason you were
So difficult, but so invincible
Irresistible, but I loved you still
You kept my secrets and stole my weaknesses
In your white T-shirt, but I couldn't fill
The shoes you laid down for me
From the girls that came before
I was all the way in
You were halfway out the door
Oh I was an animal making my way up the hill
And you were going in for the kill
And you were going in for the kill
One of these days I'm gonna
Wake up fresh and
Wipe all the past from my eyes
Curl up next to you in tall grass, sunshine
And wrap my body's shape 'round your side
Remember the days we used to ideate
About what we would do all our lives
I'd be a singer and an old bourbon drinker
Oh, and we'd have a band on the side
I know I was
So difficult, but so invincible
Irresistible, but you loved me still
I kept your secrets and stole your weaknesses
In your white T-shirt, but you couldn't fill
The shoes I laid down for you
From the guys that came before
You were all the way in
I was halfway out the door
Oh, you were an animal making your way up the hill
And I was going in for the kill
Oh, all of our lives
Was it worth it?
Ooh, or were we just wasting time?
'Cause we were hurting
But I know that you know
That I know you best and
I know that we both
Could forget all the rest
If we just can
Admit that
We both were
So difficult, but so invincible
Irresistible, but I loved you still
You kept my secrets and stole my weaknesses
In your white T-shirt, but I couldn't fill
The shoes you laid down for me
From the ones that came before
I was all the way in
You were halfway out the door
Oh, I was an animal making my way up the hill
And you were going in for the kill
Oh, I was going in for the kill
Oh, we were going in for the kill
I'm gonna wake up smiling
One of these days
I'm gonna cry
When all of the years start to blend in together
I watch 'em disappear in your eyes
Remember the days we used to drive upstate
Singing indie-rock songs in the car
You wore your fresh leather
And blamed it on the weather
For being the reason you were
So difficult, but so invincible
Irresistible, but I loved you still
You kept my secrets and stole my weaknesses
In your white T-shirt, but I couldn't fill
The shoes you laid down for me
From the girls that came before
I was all the way in
You were halfway out the door
Oh I was an animal making my way up the hill
And you were going in for the kill
And you were going in for the kill
One of these days I'm gonna
Wake up fresh and
Wipe all the past from my eyes
Curl up next to you in tall grass, sunshine
And wrap my body's shape 'round your side
Remember the days we used to ideate
About what we would do all our lives
I'd be a singer and an old bourbon drinker
Oh, and we'd have a band on the side
I know I was
So difficult, but so invincible
Irresistible, but you loved me still
I kept your secrets and stole your weaknesses
In your white T-shirt, but you couldn't fill
The shoes I laid down for you
From the guys that came before
You were all the way in
I was halfway out the door
Oh, you were an animal making your way up the hill
And I was going in for the kill
Oh, all of our lives
Was it worth it?
Ooh, or were we just wasting time?
'Cause we were hurting
But I know that you know
That I know you best and
I know that we both
Could forget all the rest
If we just can
Admit that
We both were
So difficult, but so invincible
Irresistible, but I loved you still
You kept my secrets and stole my weaknesses
In your white T-shirt, but I couldn't fill
The shoes you laid down for me
From the ones that came before
I was all the way in
You were halfway out the door
Oh, I was an animal making my way up the hill
And you were going in for the kill
Oh, I was going in for the kill
Oh, we were going in for the kill
Writer(s): Ian Fitchuk, Margaret Debay Rogers
