I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can’t get enough I overthink your punctuation use Not my fault, just a thing that my mind do
So I guess I’ll go home into the arms of the girl that I love The only love I haven’t screwed up She’s so hard to please but she’s a forest fire I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance We slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see Is one girl swaying alone, stroking her cheek
Cause I remember the rush, when forever was us Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost
Lights are on and they’ve gone home, but who am I?
Writer in the Dark:
I’ll love you 'til you call the cops on me But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I’ll find a way to be without you, babe
I’m someone you maybe might love I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush Be your violent overnight rush
All of the things we’re taking 'Cause we are young and we’re ashamed Send us to perfect places All of our heroes fading Now I can’t stand to be alone