Lyrics: Morgan Francis Parriott/Nesya Pringle/David Dahlquist
Music: Morgan Francis Parriott/Nesya Pringle/David Dahlquist
You carved your name inside my head
Bloody pages
Words you said
A hollow saint
A parasite
I lit the match
You fed the fight
You wrote your sins and you wrote your lines
Called it art
Called it divine
I was light you tried to drown
A ghost bride in a dead end town
We should have sex
You look like my ex
You can be my lover
But only undercover
We can’t be friends
But we can play pretend
The only time you’ll cuff me is when we’re under covers
We should have sex
You look like my
Break me
Show me why you hate me deep inside
Cage me
Yeah
Go head and restrain me to my lies
I don’t want to seem cold
But I don’t care that we broke up
Picture me with my throat cut
I love that more than you know, love
You got blood on your coat cuffs
Hard to wash when it soaks up
So sick of love I could throw up
But one more night wouldn’t kill us
Just one more night, daddy, please
I hate you
Actually, please come over
We should have sex
You look like my ex
You can be my lover
But only undercover
We can’t be friends
But we can play pretend
The only time you’ll cuff me is when we’re under covers
We should have sex
You look like my
I reach for light but the glass keeps on breaking
Every dream feels staged
Mistaken
I’ve forsaken every wish I've ever made
We should have sex
You look like my ex
You can be my lover
But only undercover
We can’t be friends
But we can play pretend
The only time you’ll cuff me is when we’re under covers