Every time I lose track of time,
I get lost in your empty eyes.
Nothing's open, it makes no difference
if it's unclosed or unfinished.
Sometimes I like to get fucked up
in rooms with pretty painted faces.
And it's all okay if it's not alright,
Doesn't feel the same as it did last night,
and you feel me.
Looking for the moon,
tell me, tell me, tell me, it's a real thing
in my room,
tell me, tell me, tell me, you're the real thing.
Baby you're the real thing,
baby you're a real thing,
maybe you're a real thing.
Wake up someday to a Monday,
but it's not even a Monday.
Rather be by myself than with
people staring into pavements.
Sometimes I like to get fucked up
in rooms with pretty painted faces.
Looking for the moon,
tell me, tell me, tell me, it's a real thing
in my room,
tell me, tell me, tell me, you're the real thing.
And it's all okay if it's not alright,
Doesn't feel the same as it did last night,
and you feel me, and I feel you,
and you feel me.
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