Something in my blood makes me leap.
All the best things i ever had are stuck in the trees.
Something in my blood makes me leap.
All the best things i ever had are stuck in the trees.
My cigarette inside your papercut.
Your TV and my white noise.
Maybe when you see the back of me,
you're gonna get me on my good side.
My cigarette inside your papercut.
Your TV and my white noise.
Only way you'll change the taste of me
is piling sugar on the outside.
sugar on the outside.
Packed in boxes, locked away.
Waiting for the love to make,
like it made me honey to the beat.
Open window, cannot close.
Staring out at all the ghosts
that once were me, honey to the beat.
My cigarette inside your papercut.
Your TV and my white noise.
Maybe when you see the back of me,
you're gonna get me on my good side.
My cigarette inside your papercut.
Your TV and my white noise.
Only way you'll change the taste of me
is piling sugar on the outside.
Is piling sugar on the outside.
Something in my blood makes me leap.
All the best things i ever had are stuck in the trees.
My cigarette inside your papercut.
Your TV and my white noise.
Maybe when you see the back of me,
you're gonna get me on my good side.
My cigarette inside your papercut.
Your TV and my white noise.
Only way you'll change the taste of me
is piling sugar on the outside.
Is piling sugar on the outside.