Bashville on the Sugar

Original

See you in the subway coming in from the rain

Five white lies and I'm on my tippy toes again

Lacking condemnation so the feeling frustrates

Acutely out of phase, yeah I guess we're middling out these days

'Cause you know you're gonna still be adored

With your eyes like fire and your neck and your jaw

But there isn't any point anymore

Maybe one last glance as they're closing the doors

'Cause I'm searching for a sense of a clue

But the light's too bright and the hue's too blue

Now it hurts, I never wanted to choose

Yeah it hurts, I never wanted to choose

Don't you think it's weird

That you told our friends

That I'm spiralling on my own

'Cause I think it sucks

That I'm all dressed up

But I'm still a bag of bones

Listened to the screaming from the curves in the tracks

The brakes they burn when they weave between our verbal gaps

But I'm under no illusions that you wanted me back

I'm just lost within the waves of escape between each trait I lack

Yeah there's nothing in the gutter for me

'Cause you make me smile but you made me weak

And I'm blushing every night in my sleep

'Cause my dreams don't keep you away from me

And I never should have ridden alone

'Cause you lost your trust in your best friend's soul

With your windows closed and nobody home

And now all I want is to be alone

See you in the subway coming in from the rain

Five white lies and I'm on my tippy toes again

Lacking condemnation so the feeling frustrates

Acutely out of phase, yeah I guess we're middling out these days

'Cause you know you're gonna still be adored

With your eyes like fire and your neck and your jaw

But there isn't any point anymore

Maybe one last glance as they're closing the doors

'Cause I'm searching for a sense of a clue

But the light's too bright and the hue's too blue

Now it hurts, I never wanted to choose

Yeah it hurts, I never wanted to choose

Don't you think it's weird

That you told our friends

That I'm spiralling on my own

'Cause I think it sucks

That I'm all dressed up

But I'm still a bag of bones

Listened to the screaming from the curves in the tracks

The brakes they burn when they weave between our verbal gaps

But I'm under no illusions that you wanted me back

I'm just lost within the waves of escape between each trait I lack