Cheap Perfume

It burns
Waxy lungs and sour teeth
It stinks
The smell of all the little things stings
Like salt in the wound or a kiss to the moon
And the smoke
Fills up my room
When it burns
Down the posters, feel the fumes
Enter in
With a grin, oh

Get me out of this place
Gotta wash the paint smeared across my face

Blurry gaze
Seeing stars without opening his eyes
Feel the rush in his head when he tries to cry
And his chest starts to twist and heave

Get him out of this place
He's got vomit smeared across his face

He's all alone
Just go along
For a moment or two
Nobody's friend
Nobody knows what the hell he's up to
He'll talk to you
In the middle of the living room
Smelling like your perfume
Your cheap perfume
Your cheap perfume

Inhaling smoke, but not to your mind
Blame on the fact you weren't there the whole time
Just take the blame for everything you've done
For everything you've done since you were born
Digging your grave
With the spade of your psyche
Until you can't reach our helping hands anymore
Our helping hands anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Vossler, Kian White, Parker Cavender
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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