Testo Midwest Town

I'm sick on loving you
It's a hurtful kind of loving
The devil's in your eyes
Is that what makes you smile?
And I'm falling for your trick
I really can't get enough of it
But I'm too drunk to dance
So, I take you down
Look at what we've become
A black heart and a loaded gun
But I guess that's part of growing up in a midwest town