Glockenspiel
I'm having everyone in this town over tonight
We're gonna scream what's going wrong into the moonlight
'Cause baby I've been brokenhearted
I know it's a crawl
And I know that once you're jumping
You land after you fall
Oh Cupid's arrows are nice and dull these days
I break them into pieces and send them on their way
Oh maybe Cupid sits in an empty yellow room
I keep my heart in boxes and sing about the moon
I wanted my life to smell like lavender and cherry wine
I keep a fire burning six feet across a line
'Cause baby I've been brokenhearted
I know it's no fun
Doesn't matter where you're going
You're never really done
Oh Cupid's arrows are nice and dull these days
I break them into pieces and send them on their way
Oh maybe Cupid sits in an empty yellow room
I keep my heart in boxes and sing about the moon
And I'm so fucking tired of having the same dreams
And I'm tired of knowing what they mean
In which I move down south and grow a pair of wings
And I never think about you again
Oh Cupid's arrows are nice and dull these days
I break them into pieces and send them on their way
Oh maybe Cupid sits in a dark and yellow room
I keep my heart in boxes and sing about the moon
The moon
We're gonna scream what's going wrong into the moonlight
'Cause baby I've been brokenhearted
I know it's a crawl
And I know that once you're jumping
You land after you fall
Oh Cupid's arrows are nice and dull these days
I break them into pieces and send them on their way
Oh maybe Cupid sits in an empty yellow room
I keep my heart in boxes and sing about the moon
I wanted my life to smell like lavender and cherry wine
I keep a fire burning six feet across a line
'Cause baby I've been brokenhearted
I know it's no fun
Doesn't matter where you're going
You're never really done
Oh Cupid's arrows are nice and dull these days
I break them into pieces and send them on their way
Oh maybe Cupid sits in an empty yellow room
I keep my heart in boxes and sing about the moon
And I'm so fucking tired of having the same dreams
And I'm tired of knowing what they mean
In which I move down south and grow a pair of wings
And I never think about you again
Oh Cupid's arrows are nice and dull these days
I break them into pieces and send them on their way
Oh maybe Cupid sits in a dark and yellow room
I keep my heart in boxes and sing about the moon
The moon
Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Amos
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