Ari Wilde - Tangerine & Black Lyrics

I don't want to die, I want to live, if only for the thrill
But if someone ran me over, it would be a merciful kill
It's just one of those things where the bite is worse than the bark
And I heard the news scrolling on my phone in Finsbury Park
At the core of our sadness there's a rotting pit of celluloid and noise
You're from the US and I'm from around here but in our hearts we're London boys

You were weak, and defenseless
And they turned you into a nasty piece of work
Come show me the moves they learn in NYC
I'll show my fists to those damned jerks

You punched the holes in all the walls and I'm a fool for you
But I think I smoked too much and you took things you shouldn't use
It's just that you were the one to take it all too far, of f*cking course
Lying in the emotionless stillness of my room I dyed my hair black to match yours
To match your hair, to match your eyes, to match your heart and combat boots
I think I'll cut off my hair, or I'll go orange or I'll tear it at the roots

You were weak, and defenseless
And they turned you into a nasty piece of work
Come show me the moves they learn in NYC
I'll show my fists to those damned jerks

They tell me you don't love yourself
Well you are the best friend I've ever had
And why don't you stand up for yourself?
I should have known, I should have asked about your Dad
Sharing cigarettes the way you should have shared your heart
We might not be the missing kids on the milk cartons but
We're their safe and sound counterparts

You were weak, and defenseless
And they turned you into a nasty piece of work
Come show me the moves they learn in NYC
I'll show my fists to those damned jerks

You were weak, and defenseless
And they turned you into a nasty piece of work
Come show me the moves they learn in NYC
I'll show my fists to those damned jerks