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Addictive as you are
03:19
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I wish I could blame you for that kiss
As I fail to fall asleep for the fourth time this week
I say “I wish I could blame you for that kiss”
Can’t you be in love with me?
Could you stop playing at tricking me
Trick me into a game of twister played with hearts
I wish you’d stop playing tricks, wish you’d let me fall asleep
Wish I’d never even kissed.
Because we’re judged and will be judged upon who and when our hearts beat for
we’re judged on who we’re getting drunk with tomorrow night
I wish I never drove you home, I wish your name wasn’t what’s yours
Oh how I wish to call you mine
I’ve steeled my heart, waiting for the chance to take my breath back
Waiting for the morning when I'll get to see you glance my way from way across the room,
oh won’t you drown me, won’t you say you’ll have me, oh won’t you say that you’re mine
You know, I think there are easier ways of letting me down,
No need for calling names, no need for letting you see me break down
Do you have to let me down?
Is love always such a messy affair
Intoxicating, painful mess, as addictive as you are
Yes, as addictive as you are
Because we’re judged and will be judged upon who and when our hearts beat for
we’re judged on who we’re getting drunk with tomorrow night
I wish I never drove you home, I wish your name wasn’t what’s yours
Oh how I wish to call you mine
I’ve steeled my heart, waiting for the chance to take my breath back
Waiting for the morning when I'll get to see you glance my way from way across the room,
oh won’t you drown me, won’t you say you’ll have me, oh won’t you say that you’re mine
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RUINED AT NINETEEN
02:30
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I’m ruined at nineteen
And you are waiting for a queen
And still you’re looking like a guilloteen
Broken spirits, matching feet
Age is a pitiful thing
See your eyes don’t match your spirit
Can we watch them crack together
I’m too scared to fall in love
but i sorta want you to love me
Looked so pretty in that mess of someone's suggestions
Betch’you’d look human if you wore your thoughts bare
I’ve heard talk of a drug called “pretend confidence"
Word’s that it get’s you halfway far
But don’t you agree it’s hard to convince myself
That my eyebrows look fine
I’m too scared to fall in love
but i sorta want you to love me
Looked so pretty in that mess of someone's suggestions
Betch’you’d look human if you wore your thoughts bare
Can someone please explain why my friends are a broken (fucking) mess x1000
A mess that grows
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NYE
03:11
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Don’t believe in New Year’s Eve,
Early mornings, or washing your sins on the kitchen sink
I
miss drawing dreams in your dirty hands
Somewhat broken, somewhat new
Someone’s waiting up late for you, betcha you know that I
never knew anyone else, but us two
You see every time
When you come along
like rain
Think I’m missing you,
think I’m missing who I was meant to be
We were built upon modern day lunacy
And lunacy fell in love with you
We were made to watch the film
Said supposed to make you and I feel the right things for once
I'm
Painting a future of bliss
Can you see me? Can you breathe?
Think i’m living in somebody else’s midday but I see
You’ve grown’into who I thought i would be
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Afraid
03:41
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No one told me the sound of the summer would be
Easy to find, to find my own way, to find the
piece of my life I think has been missing through the whole run
Nobody could say I’d be spared, so why did I think I could be
Safe in my head, could be safe in my good intentions
Taught not to cry, taught to live life in masks I paint myself
Still recently I think I’ve been learning to find out who I am
through the things that you’ve kissed, through the
moments you laughed
Are your eyes made of bliss, are you holding me steady
I’m afraid, afraid I’ll end up breaking my own heart
Still I have to wonder if my smile could ever be as warm as you are
If let my soul go
Let me go
It appears that my life is officially
falling apart, so who’s next in line to stab me
straight through the back? I’ll be alright, I’ve grown used to faking smiles
Still recently I think I’ve discovered just the way to work life
through the things that I've kissed, through the skeletons hid
Are your eyes made of bliss, are you holding me steady
I’m afraid, afraid I’ll end up breaking my own heart
Still I have to wonder if my smile could ever be as warm as you are
If let my soul go
Let me go
I can’t remember how to breathe
But for once I’m feeling real
I can’t remember how to breathe
Right now it’s just you and me
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5. |
If Only For A Moment
03:02
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Your hands
Spin my thoughts into migraines
Oh
I never asked
to find someone
to cry
for me
I miss getting what I want
Even if it’s only for a moment
Even if it’s not what I want at all
I want to be around you literally all the time
(and I don’t know why)
Please forget to break my heart next week
You still feel like a daydream to me
We've lost
all sense of home
Outside of you
No home outside of you
I miss getting what I want
Even if it’s only for a moment
Even if it’s not what I want at all
Can’t I be around you… all the time?
(I don’t get why)
Hold me tight enough to keep my time from slipping through my fingers
Hold me tight enough to keep my time from me
Cause I miss getting what I want
Even if it’s only for a moment
Even if it’s not what I wanted at all
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