Die Trying – Elizabeth Gillies

Let go of my soul
Let me up so I can breathe
Gotta find some kinda cover
From this hold you have on me

I’m gonna get right over you
Yeah, or I’m gonna die trying

I can feel you like a fever
Down in the marrow of my bones
Sliding like a demon
Trying to feed my wicked Jones

I’m gonna get right over you
Yeah, or I’m gonna die trying

I’m gonna drink all night until you fade away
Yes I am
Your walk and your talk and my pain will all be erased

Everything you ever said
I’m gonna crush until it cries
I’m gonna watch you disappear
Into a cocaine skies

I’m gonna get right over you
Yeah, or I’m gonna die trying

Give me my vodka cold
And give me my cider hard
I’m on a mission to forget about you
Under the champagne stars
Under the champagne stars
Under the champagne stars
Under the champagne stars