Of all the gin joints in the world
You only hold me up like this cos you don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I just want to know what it’s like to be you. We’re making out inside crashed cars. We’re sleeping through all our memories. I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now I only waste them dreaming of you.
Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness, cos all of our moves make up for the silence. And oh, the way your make-up stains my pillow case, like I’ll never be the same.
I’ve got headaches and bad luck, but they couldn’t touch you, no.
But oh, the way your make-up stains my pillow case, like I’ll never be the same.
