Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vivian Weeks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Can't remember how your blood tastes
What's in my head is just paper dolls, paper dolls
I wrap my arms around a haunted smiling shape
One last time, I hear you sing in the walls, sing in the walls
At night, it's too cold to breathe
I wouldn't have it any other way, any other way
Let's share a delusion with wine and nicotine
Take a drag and then I wish you away, wish you away
And every time I cry, it's about you
And every time I laugh, it's for you, too
So do your little dance around my room
I know I'm gonna join you soon
I'm at ten, this hurts a lot
You are just a stubborn stained idea, stained idea
Like a puppet with its strings cut, I laugh at god
An idol becomes a memory, a memory
And every time I cry, it's about you
And every time I laugh, it's for you, too
So do your little dance around my room
I know I'm gonna join you soon
And every time I cry, it's about you
And every time I laugh, it's for you, too
So do your little dance around my room
I know I'm gonna join you soon
And every time I cry, it's about you
And every time I laugh, it's for you, too
So do your little dance around my room
I know I'm gonna join you soon
Written by: Vivian Weeks