This Dance

Pretty eyes, wide open thighs
Disguised by design, the devil at night
See-through personality
Can't wait to meet the fami-
(What the fuck are you talking about?!)
Bloodshot eyes and bruised thighs
She takes a hit cause she just wanna get high
The guys are down under her feet
They think they'll do her as they please

This dance is killing me
I guess I need some time to think
Your plan's a mystery
But I love and hate your history

Frustrations and aspirations
Her mind is full of dirty thoughts and fucked up questions
She sends a picture, 4:30
The night is her necessity
Yeah

This dance is killing me
I guess I need some time to think
Your plan's a mystery
But I love and hate your history

Last time I came home
I thought I'd see her alone
It has happened before
(Happened before, happened before, happened before)
And now it's a bore
(Now it's a bore, now it's a bore, now it's a bore)
Last time I came home
I thought I'd see her alone
It has happened before
(Happened before, happened before, happened before)
And now it's a bore
(Now it's a bore, now it's a bore, now it's a bore)

This dance is killing me
I guess I need some time to think
Your plan's a mystery
But I love and hate your history
This dance is killing me
I guess I need some time to think
Your plan's a mystery
But I love and hate your history

This dance is misery
But I love and hate your company
Your plan's are blank with me
But you'll love me when I'm history



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Heiam, Carlos De Held, Samuel Dehaven, Cameron Kasper, Austin Davis
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