Treasure

you’re not the victim

you are the thief

stole everything, caused your own grief

the shot of my gun follows the pull of your trigger

where this cycle began is really hard for us to figure

we’re treasure, oh you’re my treasure

see how we find pleasure in our stormy weather

poppy red flowers on my summer dress

you and me we’re about to create a mess

convo’s level’s dropping down down

our convo's level’s dropping down down

you’re not the victim

you are the thief

stole everything, caused your own grief

the shot of my gun follows the pull of your trigger

where this cycle began is really hard for us to figure

we’re treasure in stormy weather

oh you’re my treasure in this stormy weather

treasure

no raincoat needed cause we’re having fun

you and me we’re bleeding

but we’d do it all over again

do we find our healing in our thunderstorm?

either we cut the crap or we break up

you’re not the victim

you are the thief

stole everything, caused your own grief

the shot of my gun follows the pull of your trigger

where this cycle began is really hard for us to figure