Lyrics

Sunday night's a premonition Photo booth left set to hearse Just two absolute beginners And, oh, we gotta find some place to hide Yeah, a ballroom? A car? You're oh so kisserable, so kisserable Get me away from here, I'm dying Give a piece or let me cry Mirrors for kissing Give me somewhere to hide French exit, Irish good-, oh So in satin and plaid We bought a house in the plains Started planning a long, long while ahead You said to meet you there, but I got lost on the way I'll be scratching at the holes in the gate Eye contact on connecting trains The last two seats to the play Your mother said, "I don't believe they're married at all Married at all, oh God" Get me away from here, I'm dying Give a piece or let me cry Mirrors for kissing Give me somewhere to hide French exit, Irish goodbye Get me out of here, I need to catch your breath Where the words hang in the air Somewhere colder, like the M.N.C.D.A 205.10 I think it over and over again
Writer(s): Sean Murphy-o'neill, Sean Thomas, Connor Mccann, Josh Cope Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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