Lyrics Keep This Love - The Russian Futurists

Hey lying's back in fashion, glass full, glass broken, I'm smashed in
My passion's time spent in the trash bin, I don't pass out girl, I pass in
Tapped out, I sit with a glass full
I hit the stash 'cause I'm bashful
I can't function without it, I doubt that you've ever seen judgement so clouded
I'm making dangerous phone calls, I wake up feeling so small
Reminisce on my faux-pas, end up getting stone-walled
It's hard when I opt to, try to keep my hands off you
I'm fucked up and I'm lost too, thinking "yo man what could this cost you?"
You're a sculpture, you're carved from, everything I've been starved from
I've been having a hard run, you're hard done from the things you've been scarred from
Let's move on and do wrong, straight up get our booze on
That's when you hit pause, while I'm still outside pulling the rickshaws
And girl summer's relentless, I'm still diggin' the trenches
And i guess I should mention you're coolin' while I'm still warming the benches
On empty no glass full, I hit the stash cause I'm bashful
I can't function without it, doubt that you've seen judgement so clouded

Don't wanna (Keep this love)
I'll never (Keep this love)

I'm corroded and rusty, cob-webbed and dusty
Don't know if it's just me but lately I've been feeling like I can't trust me
Nothing from nothing is nothing, try me out if you think that I'm bluffing
This ain't longing baby, it's suffering, it's rough when your time's spent stuffed in the dust bin
I've been living like three lives, just a drone in a bee hive
I go weak in the knees while I see you rocking them knee highs
Old and decrepit and septic, the best chick could be next to me nekkid
Give me 48 hours to wreck it, they'll exit and confirm why I'm a skeptic

I'm torn up and tattered, devastated and shattered
But when we're running the streets girl, nothing else could matter
Tapped out, I sit with a glass full and hit the stash cause I'm bashful
I can't function without it, doubt that you've ever seen judgement so clouded
You're a sculpture, you're carved from, every single thing I've been starved from
I've been having a hard run, you're hard done from the things that you're scarred from
On empty, no glass full, I hit the stash cause I'm bashful
I can't function without it, doubt that you've ever seen judgement so clouded