Jeans
Ugly girls
Fking pretty boys
What a fking joke
Postmodern noise
He doesn't like it cause it's all that
If I told you that I loved it was it all bad
Bite my lip
As you grab my loins
Being holy st
Playing bible toys
He was a kid so it was all bad
A reminder of the childhood he never had
Can you hear me now
Can you see me in my distressed jeans
Distressed in your jeans
This is not what it seems
A Christian burning
Styrofoam when I'm gone
When it's over and done
You're black and blue
And facedown look at you
A pageant where models hang from trees
A Mona Lisa shooting the breeze
I'm Mr Moon I can barely breathe
Or Brightside or Nobody please help me
Can you hear me now
Can you see me in my distressed jeans
Distressed in your jeans
This is not what it seems
Call me on the phone one night
Say your girlfriends left
I need that deja vu feeling
Let it be your birthday gift
I want you too I need you too
Say these things cause I'm black and blue
Can you hear me now
Can you see me in my distressed jeans
Distressed in your jeans
This is not what it seems
Do you fear me now
Where we're tight and hiding
Things grown men keep finding
I really like your grey jeans
Forever ripped at their seams
Fking pretty boys
What a fking joke
Postmodern noise
He doesn't like it cause it's all that
If I told you that I loved it was it all bad
Bite my lip
As you grab my loins
Being holy st
Playing bible toys
He was a kid so it was all bad
A reminder of the childhood he never had
Can you hear me now
Can you see me in my distressed jeans
Distressed in your jeans
This is not what it seems
A Christian burning
Styrofoam when I'm gone
When it's over and done
You're black and blue
And facedown look at you
A pageant where models hang from trees
A Mona Lisa shooting the breeze
I'm Mr Moon I can barely breathe
Or Brightside or Nobody please help me
Can you hear me now
Can you see me in my distressed jeans
Distressed in your jeans
This is not what it seems
Call me on the phone one night
Say your girlfriends left
I need that deja vu feeling
Let it be your birthday gift
I want you too I need you too
Say these things cause I'm black and blue
Can you hear me now
Can you see me in my distressed jeans
Distressed in your jeans
This is not what it seems
Do you fear me now
Where we're tight and hiding
Things grown men keep finding
I really like your grey jeans
Forever ripped at their seams
Credits
Writer(s): Sayuj Sharma
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