(feat. chloe moriondo)

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

Now I miss that pain sometimes
In this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

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

Now I
Yeah I miss that pain sometimes
In this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

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

Now I
Yeah I miss that pain sometimes
In this so-called life
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

Am I the taste that you watered down
Or am I the dust on your candy
You washed me off, then spit me out
Once I lost taste inside your mouth