More songs by Avery Cochrane
Description
Producer: Petro AP
Lyrics and translation
Original
Taps run cold and you're coma-coasting closeness once again.
How low are we gonna go 'til you let me in the bed?
Mm.
It's a lost art, suffer for the sake of saying we made it far.
It's not who you are, it's the subtle way I break as we stop and start.
It's everything incompatible intricacies, head to optic toasted on your sertraline.
Long-time lovers on a losing streak.
You know it's so unsettling, I still feel your pulse through my drum machine. I still feel your femininity.
Long-time lover, you're killing me.
Play the scene 'cause you felt unseen, but I'm likewise left for dead.
I could run to a new round, but all of my past selves wanna cling to you instead.
Were we a false start? Shackled too soon, took a shellshock shot in the dark.
No, it's not who you are, it's the subtle ways you say I'm not what you want.
It's everything incompatible intricacies, head to optic toasted on your sertraline.
Long-time lovers on a losing streak.
You know you're still my family, flesh, blood, freak show, fever dream. Ripping through the pages of my diary.
Long-time lover, just fight for me.
Don't say you get enough, I think we gave away too much for you to come and pack it up like it's easy.
Oh, everyone I've loved told me I'm doing way too much, and I thought you'd be the only one not to leave me.
Not to leave me.
Like you did.
It's everything incompatible intricacies, head to optic toasted on your sertraline.
Long-time lovers on a losing streak.
You know it's so unsettling, I still feel your pulse through my drum machine. I still feel your femininity.
Long-time lover, you're killing me. Killing me.
Killing me. Killing me.