The Real Thing
I find you quite cruel for being so gentle
'Cause it hits me like light through my evening window
Traps me in a golden hour so fraught
With night to come
Now, there's butterflies floating around in tequila
The ends of my nerves bloom like gypsophila
But I'm just so tired of sublimating ways I feel helpless
Still, I'm carried away—oh, this mouth of Aquila
Turns me to stars, staring down at your Filas
Oh, I've lost all autonomy, feel caught in a fever dream
It's not helping me to know
This time
Think you're the real thing
Don't you dare smile at me so sweetly
'Cause you flash the teeth of a beast
Not that I think you've got savage intentions
It's just—I see the end
The end of me
Now, there's butterflies floating around in tequila
When I was just trying to master the Sila
'Cause I'm just so tired of sublimating ways I feel helpless
Still, I'm carried away—oh, this mouth of Aquila
Turns me to stars, staring down at your Filas
Oh, I've lost all autonomy, feel caught in a fever dream
Well, I guess it helps to know
This time
Think you're the real thing
'Cause it hits me like light through my evening window
Traps me in a golden hour so fraught
With night to come
Now, there's butterflies floating around in tequila
The ends of my nerves bloom like gypsophila
But I'm just so tired of sublimating ways I feel helpless
Still, I'm carried away—oh, this mouth of Aquila
Turns me to stars, staring down at your Filas
Oh, I've lost all autonomy, feel caught in a fever dream
It's not helping me to know
This time
Think you're the real thing
Don't you dare smile at me so sweetly
'Cause you flash the teeth of a beast
Not that I think you've got savage intentions
It's just—I see the end
The end of me
Now, there's butterflies floating around in tequila
When I was just trying to master the Sila
'Cause I'm just so tired of sublimating ways I feel helpless
Still, I'm carried away—oh, this mouth of Aquila
Turns me to stars, staring down at your Filas
Oh, I've lost all autonomy, feel caught in a fever dream
Well, I guess it helps to know
This time
Think you're the real thing
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Writer(s): Grant Mower
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