Air Guitar

Music: Sobs No remnants, this bliss is temporary Turn our love into some sick trilogy Thought it was done and over, I was searching for peace But you swept through like nature, changed the trajectory
Maybe it's time we recognise the flowers we are not That we pretend to be Mistake ourselves to be
Tracing the outlines of my sunken eyes So burnt out from the light Like the sweetness of my cherry pie I can't stop, but I'll try
Rewind the tape and show me all your scars I liked you better being silly with your air guitar Crying on my shoulder, this time I'll let you in You crawled under the table and plead the fifth again
Maybe it's time we recognise the flowers we are not That we pretend to be Mistake ourselves to be
Tracing the outlines of my sunken eyes So burnt out from the light Like the sweetness of my cherry pie I can't stop, but I'll try Your lips don't taste the same, you're no longer mine You're not worthy of a fight Like the sweetness of my cherry pie I can't stop, but I'll try
Some type of dream (Yeah, I still want you) You interrupt my sleep (But I still love you) Torn at the seams But I can't seem to let you go
Tracing the outlines of my sunken eyes So burnt out from the light Like the sweetness of my cherry pie I can't stop, but I'll try