Courthouse
There's too much effort in your reach
You're bending over backwards for nothing
You're cigarette smoke in a small claims court
And judging by tonight, it's not what I'm looking for
But we all need a ritual and this is mine, this is mine
This kind of love is an art
Maybe it's something I'm good at
I've got it down to a science, you're dying to try this
A certain molecular taste
The kind that rolls off the tongue
And then comes a rush of love
I had the strangest dream the other night
The pressure in the room put a strain on the bench
It blew the lights out
Someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was
Found my way to the lawn chair in the deep end
Rome is clearly burning above me
Take what you get, take what you get
And you don't get upset
And we all need a ritual and this is mine, this is mine
This kind of love is an art
Maybe it's something I'm good at
I've got it down to a science, you're dying to try this
A certain molecular taste, just a taste
I had the strangest dream the other night
The pressure in the room put a strain on the bench
It blew the lights out
Someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was
You found a break in the wall
Chose me to take the fall
And I was hitting every floor on the long way down
Because someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was
You're bending over backwards for nothing
You're cigarette smoke in a small claims court
And judging by tonight, it's not what I'm looking for
But we all need a ritual and this is mine, this is mine
This kind of love is an art
Maybe it's something I'm good at
I've got it down to a science, you're dying to try this
A certain molecular taste
The kind that rolls off the tongue
And then comes a rush of love
I had the strangest dream the other night
The pressure in the room put a strain on the bench
It blew the lights out
Someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was
Found my way to the lawn chair in the deep end
Rome is clearly burning above me
Take what you get, take what you get
And you don't get upset
And we all need a ritual and this is mine, this is mine
This kind of love is an art
Maybe it's something I'm good at
I've got it down to a science, you're dying to try this
A certain molecular taste, just a taste
I had the strangest dream the other night
The pressure in the room put a strain on the bench
It blew the lights out
Someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was
You found a break in the wall
Chose me to take the fall
And I was hitting every floor on the long way down
Because someone told you who I was, who I was, who I was
Credits
Writer(s): Rough Nights
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