Fruit punch, fizzy sticks, pop like starters
Taste the alcohol on my tongue
Know I've had enough of your heart
On the tip of my tongue
Wanna spill my guts out till it stops being fun
My body's at the booth in the palm of the DJ
My head can't seem to grip anything
But the aftertaste of you
When we say goodbye, not a handshake
Melancholy cardiac arrest
Cause I'm gonna fall
for you
Hoping by a sunny eastern afternoon
With gin
and juice Pouring down sweetly onto our shoes
But oh,
it's true The bitter end always comes back to prove
Gleezes to strangers in the same room Dark hair,
dizzy eyes, dance like daisies
You're the love bomb I sip on daily Sugar cold lips,
stuck sweet but empty
Your rhythm,
my coldness,
oh you take it deep Down to the bottom,
extremes and depression
But you're so damn hot,
it adds to the tension When you return,
I want your attention
More than ever,
guess I don't remember when I fell
Punch,
fizzy sticks,
pop like starters Taste the alcohol on my tongue
Know I've had enough of your heart On the tip of my tongue
Wanna spill my guts out till it stops being fun
My body's at the booth in the palm of the DJ My head can't seem
to grip anything But the aftertaste of you When we say goodbye,
not a handshake Melancholy cardiac arrest
Call it fate, too soon On a carousel,
what's new?
Going round and round,
so high at the bitter end Baby,
what can I do but call it fate, too soon
Run this park before I lose you Running round,
so high at the bitter end
Baby, what can I do?