Demise

The scales all start to tip
On the turn of a matchstick
All my faith in vinyl and poetry
Is making me feel sick
The cars all push exhaust
Samba paired with me gridlocked
I've got a pretty girl who's waiting on the tick of my pocket watch

Cry quiet took my pride and
Let me off easy I'm not your type but

I, I adore your vibe
My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You're planning my demise)
I, I adore your vibe (vibe)
Eyes glossed over
Now my soul is bruised

The chapel starts to swell
I was borderline then fell
All the floral patterned imagery
Is making me feel hell
I don't wanna think about
White, white wedding cake
Reminding me of our first date
You smeared dessert across my lips and kissed it off my face

Cry quiet took my pride and
Let me off easy I'm not your type but

I, I adore your vibe
My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You're planning my demise)
I, I adore your vibe (vibe)
Eyes glossed over
Now my soul is bruised

I miss the way you say my name
Miss how you look right through me

I lost my way and you're to blame

I, I adore your vibe
My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You're planning my demise)
I, I adore your vibe (vibe)
Eyes glossed over
Now my soul is bruised



Credits
Writer(s): N.a, Ananth Kamath M
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