Purple

Stuck my hand in an outlet

To make sure I'm still alive

Oh I came here without you

To see if I can socialize

I'm too attached to nothing

To see what is wrong in my life

I'm losing track of the tempo

Fuck my sense of time

I can't keep track of all these things

All these arrangements in my head

Sandpaper lovers always plot and

Try to take off all my edge

And when I tell you that you're pretty

Don't you turn and ask me why

It's not a surprise

I hate when you lie

I left the party early

Just to play guitar

I signed away all of my organs

In case I crash my car

My parents called me at 4

But I got high at 3, oh fuck

I don't want more, but I stress myself

Made another chore

I can't keep track of all these things

All these arrangements in my head

Sandpaper lovers always plot and

Try to take off all my edge

And when I tell you that you're pretty

Don't you turn and ask me why

It's not a surprise

I hate when you lie

I can't keep track of all these things

All these arrangements in my head

Sandpaper lovers always plot and

Try to take off all my edge

And when you tell me that you're busy

I say that's a fucking lie

I miss the sway of my life

I must have missed my time