Three bullets in a wedding dress Well, I know he'll kill me, but I love that boy to death Felt it bad when he took those pills Saying "Ha ha ha, we're going straight to hell" The smell of sweat and sweetness in your room Yeah, I was scared, but what can you do? You turn around and tell me it's okay But my hands have still got the morphine shakes I'm alive, but I don't know where I am Wanna leave but I don't know if I can Drop out of art school And spend my life in hotel bedrooms I think I saw him slow-mo crashing on the interstate Think I saw him sleeping through a hurricane He's a violent man and his heart's decayed He's a liar, but I just can't stay away And he's smoking out the window every morning While I get high in the bathroom We're always on the upswing, baby Phosphines in our starry eyes today April to our deathbed We're always on the upswing, baby He's got a new girl, and I'm sure that she's alright But he still calls me late at night Never meant to leave him here like this Voicemail sings a fucking wreck I'm still written in his arm Six years between the thing he wants Nose bleeds like an afterthought Baby, don't breathe out, it's all we've got Live life on endless holiday You're so fun, but I've got bills to pay I don't love any of these men Just want to feel the most I can And he's smoking out the window every morning While I get high in the bathroom We're always on the upswing, baby Phosphines in our starry eyes today April to our deathbed We're always on the upswing, baby Soft skin, press cold hands, sleep sweet, sleep gentle Hey, baby, are you okay? You're always on my mind Coffee stains, radio static, slice my collarbones I love a boy who's made of gold I love a boy with curly hair and river eyes And he's smoking out the window every morning While I get high in the bathroom We're always on the upswing, baby Lightning in our fingertips today I jump each time you touch me Always on the upswing, baby Phosphines in our starry eyes today April to our deathbed We're always on the upswing, baby
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Three bullets in a wedding dress
Well, I know he'll kill me, but I love that boy to death
Felt it bad when he took those pills
Saying "Ha ha ha, we're going straight to hell"
The smell of sweat and sweetness in your room
Yeah, I was scared, but what can you do?
You turn around and tell me it's okay
But my hands have still got the morphine shakes
I'm alive, but I don't know where I am
Wanna leave but I don't know if I can
Drop out of art school
And spend my life in hotel bedrooms
I think I saw him slow-mo crashing on the interstate
Think I saw him sleeping through a hurricane
He's a violent man and his heart's decayed
He's a liar, but I just can't stay away
And he's smoking out the window every morning
While I get high in the bathroom
We're always on the upswing, baby
Phosphines in our starry eyes today
April to our deathbed
We're always on the upswing, baby
He's got a new girl, and I'm sure that she's alright
But he still calls me late at night
Never meant to leave him here like this
Voicemail sings a fucking wreck
I'm still written in his arm
Six years between the thing he wants
Nose bleeds like an afterthought
Baby, don't breathe out, it's all we've got
Live life on endless holiday
You're so fun, but I've got bills to pay
I don't love any of these men
Just want to feel the most I can
And he's smoking out the window every morning
While I get high in the bathroom
We're always on the upswing, baby
Phosphines in our starry eyes today
April to our deathbed
We're always on the upswing, baby
Soft skin, press cold hands, sleep sweet, sleep gentle
Hey, baby, are you okay?
You're always on my mind
Coffee stains, radio static, slice my collarbones
I love a boy who's made of gold
I love a boy with curly hair and river eyes
And he's smoking out the window every morning
While I get high in the bathroom
We're always on the upswing, baby
Lightning in our fingertips today
I jump each time you touch me
Always on the upswing, baby
Phosphines in our starry eyes today
April to our deathbed
We're always on the upswing, baby