Lovely lovely
in your jeans frenzy
Another movie that I
didn't watch with you
Another movie and we're
gonna have to move
That final terror is
in your house somewhere
hiding in boxes
behind closed doorways
Out from the forest
adjacent to your garage
I've seen its marks
at the corner of your eyes
Nothing works
Nothing works for everyone
Good stories are bad lives
Good stories are bad lives
Take your hands off
your neck and hold on
to the ghost of my body
You know that good lives
make bad stories
You can text me
when punching
mattresses gets old
Don't think it'll
always be this way
Not comforted by
anything I say
We were wrecks
before we crashed
into each other
Such a good idea
if it turns you on
We have breakdowns
and sometimes we don't
have breakdowns
I want to hear
you going psycho
If you're going psycho
I wanna hear
Every conversation just
ends with you screaming
Not even words just
ah ah ah aah
Oh
Mm
Take my hands off
your neck and hold on
to the ghost of your body
I know that good lives
make bad stories
You can text me
when punching
mattresses gets old
What if it'll
always be this way
Not comforted by
anything you say
We were wrecks
before we crashed
into each other
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more
Don't worry
You and me won't
be alone no more