the sex was good!
Star crossed lovers
But I wanna puke whenever you say it
All these long-lost colors drained from my heart
The moment you betrayed it
Pretty lolita fool
But you're a little older now
And that's just the hard truth
But you're rocking with the big boys
Scream your lungs dry
I'm a sucker for white noise
Radio static
I'm technicolor cool 'til you turn me manic
And where am I tonight?
I guess you'll never know
And you probably won't sleep right
Now I can't think of you
It ruins my whole mood
I only painted you red out of kindness
Blame it on your childhood
I should have left but how could
I guess the sex was good until it wasn't
Turns out you can't manipulate
A seasoned apathetic
Or whatever version of me that you made
And I bet it cuts right to the bone
You wanted a wife and a kid
And a life you could control
I've got unsaved numbers in my phone
And a god awful tendency to love being alone
Now I can't think of you
It ruins my whole mood
I only painted you red out of kindness
Blame it on your childhood
I should have left but how could
I guess the sex was good until it wasn't
So break all my shit, incite a riot
Go play the victim, babe, I hope they buy it
Dry your alligator tears
You can't leave 'em here
You wanted love songs
Beggars can't be choosers, dear
Now I'm stone-cold, it's fucking tragic
I never loved you, no, just the damage
Find myself looking back
A bit more than I should
It wasn't all bad
It wasn't that good
But I wanna puke whenever you say it
All these long-lost colors drained from my heart
The moment you betrayed it
Pretty lolita fool
But you're a little older now
And that's just the hard truth
But you're rocking with the big boys
Scream your lungs dry
I'm a sucker for white noise
Radio static
I'm technicolor cool 'til you turn me manic
And where am I tonight?
I guess you'll never know
And you probably won't sleep right
Now I can't think of you
It ruins my whole mood
I only painted you red out of kindness
Blame it on your childhood
I should have left but how could
I guess the sex was good until it wasn't
Turns out you can't manipulate
A seasoned apathetic
Or whatever version of me that you made
And I bet it cuts right to the bone
You wanted a wife and a kid
And a life you could control
I've got unsaved numbers in my phone
And a god awful tendency to love being alone
Now I can't think of you
It ruins my whole mood
I only painted you red out of kindness
Blame it on your childhood
I should have left but how could
I guess the sex was good until it wasn't
So break all my shit, incite a riot
Go play the victim, babe, I hope they buy it
Dry your alligator tears
You can't leave 'em here
You wanted love songs
Beggars can't be choosers, dear
Now I'm stone-cold, it's fucking tragic
I never loved you, no, just the damage
Find myself looking back
A bit more than I should
It wasn't all bad
It wasn't that good
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Moes, Shane Stephenson, Xana Morris
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