Frank Iero, The Future Violents - Violence lyrics

Come on

You got so sick I thought I’d die
You got so down I couldn’t get high
You make it harder and harder for
Me to know who I am
So this time I gotta hear it
If you give a goddamn

Gimme, gimme, gimme, just a bit of your time
Gimme, gimme, gimme, just a bit of your touch

Your violence feels like kisses to me
Your silence makes it harder to breathe
Your distance feels like I’m not enough
I need your touch
Your violence feels like kisses to me
Your silence makes it harder to breathe
Your distance feels like I’m not enough
You’re gonna be sorry when I’m gone

You got so lost I forgot who I was
You got so loud, aw, baby, I shut up
I get so scared and it gets you off
The sound of hell in my ears when
The fear takes hold of me

Gimme, gimme, gimme
Just a bit of your t-t-t-t-t-time
Gimme, gimme, gimme, just a bit of your touch
You’re gonna wish I was never born

In another place, in another life (time)
I take another drink and it could be alright
In another place, in another life (time)
Take another drink, it could be alright

Your violence feels like kisses to me
Your silence makes it harder to breathe
Your distance makes me feel all numb
Aw, give it up
Your violence feels like kisses to me
Your silence makes it harder to breathe
Your distance feels like I’m not enough
Makes me think you’re giving up
I crave your touch
Your violence feels like kisses to me
Your silence makes it harder to breathe
Your distance feels like I’m not enough
Makes me think you’re giving up
I crave your touch
You’re gonna be sorry when I’m gone