Giving It Up For You — Holly Brook

Though i'm young and cynical That's not my only crime I've been stealing all your cigarettes To save another dime In case you haven't noticed i just gave them all away

Tell me what do you think of me now That i've traded all my armor for a crown Come on what do you do with me now That i've taken down the mirror on the wall And the sweet rain is ready to fall Giving it up for you

Well i take a lot of medicine I don't really need I was drinking at eleven Getting high at seventeen So now i don't appreciate the taste of expensive bitter wine

Tell me what do you think of me now That i've traded all my armor for a crown Come on what do you do with me now That i've taken down the mirror on the wall And the sweet rain is ready to fall Giving it up for you

Take your aim like artemis And kill another dove But when your heart becomes a hunter You may wound your chance to love