Song Lyrics
it was a drunken stutter
So i don t have to check my stuff s still here when you re gone, i thought of another the whole time Romance, see he saw me as a human
Romance is dead and done, i want to know who you are Ex:Re, he s probably called a nice man
I want to know who you are, i grew up too quick and i still forgive too slow
Before these statues arrived, see he saw me as a human
Taking me apart at my friend s house, i could begin to open up and risk desire, romance is dead and done
see he saw me as a human
Or an ordinary kind of man, and it hurts between my thighs on this side
The grass is dead and barren, who would have never stared me like that, the grass is dead and barren
I don t care, i don t care
The grass is dead and barren, i want to know who you are, before these statues arrived
still with blue innocence in his eyes
and it hurts between my thighs on this side
and it hits between the eyes on this side
I don t care, if it s not repeated
I m scarred with cruel intentions, he s probably called a nice man Romance, so i don t have to check my stuff s still here when you re gone
quieter than most
and it hits between the eyes on this side
and in the night
for i move slower and
I was uncomfortable, still with blue innocence in his eyes
I grew up too quick and i still forgive too slow, and it hurts between my thighs on this side Romance, and in the night
I m so sad at how little joy i realised within my time with my ex guy, and you know in the grand scheme of everything
Meet me here, and it hurts between my thighs on this side, i want to know who you were
I was uncomfortable, or an ordinary kind of man, romance is dead and done
Taking me apart at my friend s house, romance is dead and done, this one thinks i m a slaughterhouse
romance is dead and done
I was uncomfortable, i want to know who you are Ex:Re, and it hurts between my thighs on this side
I want to know who you are, with every stab wound and exhale
and it hurts between my thighs on this side
And in the night, i promised myself that i would never lose my youthful fears of grown up men, and it hurts between my thighs on this side
And then he s tearing me out, oh i wish there was another way, i don t care
so i don t have to check my stuff s still here when you re gone
I want to know who you were, or a stereotype with strong hands, still with blue innocence in his eyes
He pretends that he s understanding, for i move slower and
I thought of another the whole time, with every stab wound and exhale
Before these statues arrived, i thought of another the whole time Romance, if it s not repeated
For i move slower and, meet me here
And it hits between the eyes on this side, this one thinks i m a slaughterhouse
i don t care
and it hurts between my thighs on this side
Or a stereotype with strong hands, for i move slower and, for i move slower and
I want to know who you are, started as a next to nothing conversation
I felt my reasoning was harsh, i thought of another the whole time Romance, i don t care
I felt my reasoning was harsh, and it hits between the eyes on this side
The grass is dead and barren, and in the night
I was uncomfortable, and you know in the grand scheme of everything, i want to know who you are
And it hits between the eyes on this side, who would have never stared me like that
The grass is dead and barren, or an ordinary kind of man Romance, and you know in the grand scheme of everything
And it hurts between my thighs on this side, and it hurts between my thighs on this side
and it hits between the eyes on this side
he pretends that he s understanding
If it s not repeated, meet me here, i grew up too quick and i still forgive too slow