Savage - Landon Tewers

Alright, so this is a little story

From a long time ago

About myself

Savage, you make my soul scream

And you make my stomach weak

Danger to all, and a monster in the sheets

Savage, you make me wanna kill myself some days

But that’s okay

Cause when whiskey’s involved

There’s women on call to play the game

Fucker, I’ve been meaning to put you in place

But you’re high, and my head’s wondered off into space

Eating molly like breath mints

Fucking whores, of course I’ll never remember their names

Kill me

I’m a demon, I’m a snake

Walking disaster, I’m a mistake

But the savage was lonely

So I let him in and gave him my name

Please, one more

Drinking by gallons, my skins like a palace

He’s coming, he’ll shake you

Your demons are savage

He’s growing and showing the blow that he’s blowing

I’m desperate for love so I speak once he’s chosen

I’m looking for love

Looking to come

Looking for something to fuck 'til it’s numb

I’m looking for love

Looking for love

I’m looking for love