What It Takes (Acoustic)

Selfish thing
Me and mine
Dragging me
Back through time
Passionate
Poison kind
Paint my shape
And trace the line

To the ground
Can't sleep
Nohow
Crawl down
My side
It takes
No lie
Your time
Is mine
I'll spend
It right
Take down
Your hair
I'm here
They're there

Take my space
Owning mine
Makes me sick
And steals my sight

To the sky
Reach down
Tongue tied
My last
Resort
Climb high
Fall short
True cowboy
Curse
Can't quench
My thirst
My time
Is yours
My only
Cure