We take sour sips From life's lush lips
We shake shake shake the hips In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun & 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 the stones in a glass room.
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dreaming
Sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
got postcards from my former self saying "how've you been?"
We might of said good byes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche when the pearls in our shells came out to dance.
This is what you get for abusing sweet love.
Take off your clothes, its just right (?!)
Whatever happens I'm okay,
From beneath the knives, don't cut one.
Think you could find time call me when you get home?
Take your self apart find yourself with love.
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
it's so awesome!