Rust
And all within a minute, I saw you look away
I knew there was something I had said
That caused your mind to stray
And all at once I felt it, the ache for a subject change
Do you, really want me here
What else is there to say
Things just haven't been the same since that day
My darling, have they
We have become such melancholy people
Trying to get back what we lost
Cracks are making it so hard to see through
Looking glass of broken chest
Love is so envious of lust
It looks gold, she feels like rust
Don't call me baby, if you can't take care of me
Don't tell me baby, making promises that you can't keep
We've been holding on, holding on
For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
The flame is dead, the heat is gone
I put my sadness in a song
It sounded like
Oh-oooh-hmmmm
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
If there could be a world where the past did not exist
You can bag this all and go, go and live in it
But I'm stuck on memory lane
A neighborhood of pain
Where repeated mistakes become your fate
Beware of doubt reads the outside gate
Love is so envious of lust
It looks gold, she feels like rust
Don't call me baby, if you can't take care of me
Don't tell me baby, making promises that you can't keep
We've been holding on, holding on
For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
The flame is dead, the heat is gone
I put my sadness in a song
It sounded like
Oh-oooh-hmmmm
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
Decay and dismay made over time
Forgetting to maintain what is mine
And all appeal is slowly lost
This precious mantel turns to dust
Don't call me baby, if you can't take care of me
Don't tell me baby, making promises you can't keep
We've been holding on, holding on
For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
The flame is dead, the heat is gone
I put my sadness in a song
It sounded like
Oh-oooh-hmmmm
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
I knew there was something I had said
That caused your mind to stray
And all at once I felt it, the ache for a subject change
Do you, really want me here
What else is there to say
Things just haven't been the same since that day
My darling, have they
We have become such melancholy people
Trying to get back what we lost
Cracks are making it so hard to see through
Looking glass of broken chest
Love is so envious of lust
It looks gold, she feels like rust
Don't call me baby, if you can't take care of me
Don't tell me baby, making promises that you can't keep
We've been holding on, holding on
For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
The flame is dead, the heat is gone
I put my sadness in a song
It sounded like
Oh-oooh-hmmmm
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
If there could be a world where the past did not exist
You can bag this all and go, go and live in it
But I'm stuck on memory lane
A neighborhood of pain
Where repeated mistakes become your fate
Beware of doubt reads the outside gate
Love is so envious of lust
It looks gold, she feels like rust
Don't call me baby, if you can't take care of me
Don't tell me baby, making promises that you can't keep
We've been holding on, holding on
For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
The flame is dead, the heat is gone
I put my sadness in a song
It sounded like
Oh-oooh-hmmmm
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
Decay and dismay made over time
Forgetting to maintain what is mine
And all appeal is slowly lost
This precious mantel turns to dust
Don't call me baby, if you can't take care of me
Don't tell me baby, making promises you can't keep
We've been holding on, holding on
For oh so long, like nothing is wrong
The flame is dead, the heat is gone
I put my sadness in a song
It sounded like
Oh-oooh-hmmmm
(it looks like gold, she feels like rust)
Credits
Writer(s): Caitlyn Scarlett, Jack Gourlay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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