I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills If I go then I die real Talkin' to you's like walking through a damn minefield High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still Tell me you feel how I feel Talkin' to you's like walkin' through a damn Walkin' through a damn minefield I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills If I go then I die real Talkin' to you's like walkin' through a damn minefield Keep goin', tiptoein' She was gone with the breeze like the wind blowin' It's cold and hot-headed and frozen Part ways like I'm Moses, pink roses Everything go up, every door opens Everything come down, everything closes Got it aimed at me, is that thing loaded? Say nothing else you dont need motive- Oh I feel, I see why you try still To get at me you get a thrill See me down you go up hill Its not crazy how the love died dear