Kevin C.N. - freak in the sheets Lyrics

The face of serial killers
A drop-dead gorgeous pretender
Forgot my medication
'Cause you were my prescription

But knowing you were like touching rose thorns
Something red, something bad, something borrowed

I gave you all my teenage dreams
To fill out your old fantasy
But when the church is calling
You baptized me from your body

I bet knowing me then felt like a pure gold
Now hearing my songs will give you terror

Because behind this curtain of toxic love
There was another sideshow
Where I played the background role
Watching you and him put on a show

That's what I get
When you're a freak in the sheets
With someone other than me
You both did it in secret
When I felt like dying (Yeah)

That's what I get
When you're a freak in the sheets
With someone other than me

(Ah, Ah, Ah)

Did he get what he wants out of you?
Did you get what you want out of him?

But all I know is that
(What, What)
We're not gonna talk anymore

Another one with bedroom eyes
A brown-haired Beatlemania
Your jawline is like a knife
You cut your way into my life

But wanting you is like hunting foreign ghosts
New language, new places, but still the same old love

Because behind this curtain of toxic love
There was another sideshow
Where I still played the same role
Watching you and another him put on a show

That's what I get
When you're a freak in the sheets
With someone other than me
You both did it in secret
At my birthday party (Yeah)

That's what I get
When you're a freak in the sheets
With someone other than me

(Ah, Ah, Ah)

Did he get what he wants out of you?
Did you get what you want out of him?

But all I know is that
(What, What)
We're not gonna talk anymore

Betrayers, heartbreakers,
(Um)
Gossipers, players
Crush stealers, and cheaters

They all fooled me once
I fooled them twice
They asked me why
I just danced all night

You had me on your hand
My loneliness was
A moth, a moth to your flame

But everything I did
Gave you icks
So I killed our Cupid
And danced around it

My anatomy imitates him
I'm, I'm blurry, blurry
But I can still see him

And his toothbrush
Next to your black crop top,

But f*ck it
I'm here for the fun
Bring back the beat, let's go