Shorten the autumn

Separate ways
Conceived sundays

Hold up
Ain't no time for wicked games
Smelling the worth
Ain't no person for cleaning your dirt
I think now your hollow heart is hurt
And now my head is lost
And now i feel at my worst
Won't hurt anyone
Neither with a water gun
There ain't no second chances
Won't fall in that kind of romances

Let me decide
And then we could ride