Taking bumps
Off the web of my palm
In the photobooth of Holocene
Staying awake
To make sure our hearts break
Til your face goes green
And I turn mean
Trip over your
Big black combat boots
Cause you always leave 'em by the door
I think I know
Where you've been til Three
But you text me to come over at four
Yes, I always seem to
Come back for more
And more and more and more
Didn't rain today
And it feels strange
Didn't rain today
And it feels strange
Day date at the cemetery
Been a month since
We've seen sunshine
You go in f*cked up
To the flower shop
But you're only
Working there part-time
Kissing you
On your new tattoo
I can taste
The blood and ink and grime
I'm too cruel
For your polycule
And I know it's just a matter a time
Yes, I'm stealing you
And making you mine
I'm feeling you
Naked and crying
Just admit
You're f*cking fake
And you're lying
And you're lying
And you're lyin'
Lyin' Lyin' Lyin'
Didn't rain today
And it feels strange
Didn't rain today
And it feels strange
Didn't rain today
And it feels fake
Didn't rain today
And it feels strange
So strange
So fake
So strange