Are You Tired of MeTake me back to the sundays
Sleeping off the shots
Now you’re up and running out the door at 9 oclock
Brown boxes, shuffle and repeat
Waiting for the wreck is so exhausting
Made it clear that I’m here for you
No tears, I just need to truth
ChinatownI like the Downtown girls
I like the way that they talk to me
I like the messed up girls
They're pretty good company
I like the way that you walk
And maybe tonight, I can make you mine
And if it's all right, we can dance in the white light
In the white light
Fall On Me[Verse 1]
Trash, a useless photograph
Remember when we used to laugh
At all the lonely, bleeding hearts?
But even so, it's a trap
Knowing what we had
Knowing that we wasted every single kiss
But who am I to reminisce?
Kill The Lightmaybe on a Sunday
night
pop music, in an acid light
I remember when your sister died
slow motion on the satellite
I remember I was lying in my bedroom
wishing that love would come to me
flash for fantasy
My HouseMy house
I'm watching the world freaking out from my couch
Don't know what they're talking about
In my house
I want to have fun again, I wanna go out
But they told me to stay in my house
In my house
My house