Said I should write songs about literally anything else
I wish I could write songs about literally anything else
Make it, I'll break it for you
Decay just for you
Wish I could write songs about literally anything else
Wish I could write songs about literally anything else
Heavy on the pour just a few nights more
And then I fell asleep on your kitchen floor
Red wine stains on your fireplace
Nothing felt as real as the mistakes I made with you
Nothing felt as real as the mistakes I made with you
Fuck around and tell me how to water all the trauma down
I'll put it in a bottle and you'll tell them I must have drowned
Make it, I'll break it for you
Decay just for you
Fuck around and tell me how to water all the trauma down
Fuck around and tell me how to water all the trauma down
Heavy on the pour just a few nights more
And then I fell asleep on your kitchen floor
Red wine stains on your fireplace
Nothing felt as real as the mistakes I made with you
Nothing felt as real as the mistakes I made with you
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting bad again
I'm getting, getting, I'm getting there again
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting bad again
I'm getting, I'm getting, I'm getting there again
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting bad again
I'm getting, getting, I'm getting there again
It's getting, it's getting, it's getting bad again
I'm getting, I'm getting, I'm getting there again
Heavy on the pour just a few nights more
And then I fell asleep on your kitchen floor
Red wine stains on your fireplace
Nothing felt as real as the mistakes I made with you
Nothing felt as real as the mistakes I made with you
I'm getting there again