Kissing Booth

Hey you running your tongue down the middle
Won't you pick a side of the road?
You're gonna kill somebody
With your antics of love
And your feverish pulse

Hey you making a scene on the panel
Do ya like ya think you look so rogue?
Who need's a crucifix
When you got a Nike tick?
To kiss the ass of a god?

I touch it
You feel it
We got so close to real, yet
I tricked you
I mean it,
You sang those words with feeling
It's like you
So like you
To dress up for good measure
Ones man's cash
Is another man's pleasure

One side is red
The other is blue
Two different lines
For the kissing booth

Hey you
Moving in shapes down the middle
Won't ya
Pick a mood to the waltz?
You're gonna be a king one day
Don't ink your face
Better look good for the royal disgrace
That came before ya
Puke in the foyer
Fill it with plastic plants
Don't save face

I fanged it
You sang it
It was ya national anthem
I tricked you
Red herring
Your value unexamined
I'm like you
Just like you
I'm acting under pressure
We come from a long line of etcetera

One side is red
The other is blue
Two different lines
For the kissing booth
Where the city breaks, you'll finally escape
No better time for a kissing booth

What's a savior
To a mystic?
It's time to trace the
Trace the lipstick
I've been craving
Some hellish mischief
It's time to trace the
Trace the lipstick

One side is red
The other is blue
Two different lines
For the kissing booth
Where the city breaks, you'll finally escape
What a perfect time for a kissing booth

I've been craving
Some hellish mischief
It's time to trace the
Trace the lipstick