Midas

Taking pills in the green-room
My neighbor back home got me-too'd
And I'm ready for something new
Sucking down one more lozenge
World war three in progress
And I could really use someone like you

And isn't it cruel
Yeah isn't it cruel
How we do

Make a truce with myself and call me Midas in reverse
'Cause everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
I'll make a truce with myself and I don't recon that I'm cursed
But everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
Yeah

Getting Midas'd in reverse
Getting Midas'd in reverse
Cause everything I touch

I could be your reflection
I'm a whore for affection
Hope you don't mind I sleep too late

She's a Ukrainian model
Moved to LA in high school
Fly to Japan on Christmas break

And isn't it cruel
Yeah isn't it cruel
How we do

Make a truce with myself and call me Midas in reverse
'Cause everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
I'll make a truce with myself and I don't recon that I'm cursed
But everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
Yeah

Getting Midas'd in reverse
Getting Midas'd in reverse
Cause everything I touch

Everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
Everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
Oh everything I touch turns eventually to dirt
Everything I touch turns eventually to dirt



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Jaffe, Robert Bisel, Sammy Witte
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