Giving It Up For You - Holly Brook

Though i'm young and cynical 
That's not my only crime 
I've been stealing all your cigarettes 
To save another dime 
In case you haven't noticed i just gave them all away 

Tell me what do you think of me now 
That i've traded all my armor for a crown 
Come on what do you do with me now 
That i've taken down the mirror on the wall 
And the sweet rain is ready to fall 
Giving it up for you 

Well i take a lot of medicine 
I don't really need 
I was drinking at eleven 
Getting high at seventeen 
So now i don't appreciate the taste of expensive bitter wine 

Tell me what do you think of me now 
That i've traded all my armor for a crown 
Come on what do you do with me now 
That i've taken down the mirror on the wall 
And the sweet rain is ready to fall 
Giving it up for you 

Take your aim like artemis 
And kill another dove 
But when your heart becomes a hunter 
You may wound your chance to love