[Vic Fuentes]
Tell me, if I were to smile now
In the dead of the dark, would it even exist?
Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes?
But nevertheless, I was prepared to die
For that thing in your chest, fuck your money
I fantasize about those nights you held me down
And sewed your lips to mine
[Vic Fuentes]
Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
[Chloe Moriondo]
We emptied our wrists on the dotted line
Now I stay on my side of the city
A refugee, no MTV
Oh well, thank God for THC
[Chloe Moriondo]
Now I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
[Vic Fuentes & Chloe Moriondo]
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
[Vic Fuentes, Chloe Moriondo, Jaime Preciado]
Now I
Yeah I miss the pain sometimes in this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
(Ba ba)
[ Vic Fuentes]
Am I the taste that you watered down
Or am I the dust on your candy?
You wash me off, then spit me out
Once I lost taste inside your mouth
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