Elite Companion

I'll be the shape of your sadness
I'm your elite companion tonight
I'll do the things that you dare not
I'll grab your smiles, and I'll pull them inside

Well, it's a long hard climb
Just to taste your life
Oh, I cannot deal with my flavours
Screwball, the sour taste
It's a race to the bar room doors
And I know what it takes
No one escapes

Up on a stage, and I'm weightless
I wanna hide away, yet I need life
Drop all the nice stuff, and pull me up
There's flesh in a mirror long as this good mouth stays pretty

And it's a long hard climb
Just to taste your life
Oh, I cannot deal with my flavours
Screwball, the sour taste
It's a race to the bar room doors
And I know what it takes
No one escapes

Yeah, so I'll behave
Yeah, so I'll behave
Yeah, so I'll behave
Yeah, so I'll behave



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas William Fleming, Benjamin Geoffrey Mitchell Hillier
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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