We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stop by this disaster town, you'll put your eyes to the sun and say
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning, woah
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreamed
We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self, saying "How you been?"
We might have said goodbye just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning, hey
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
I’m tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning
Woah, love songs so genuinely cunning
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