Demise

The scales all start to tip

On the turn of a matchstick

All my faith in vinyl and poetry

Is making me feel sick

The cars all push exhaust

Samba paired with me, gridlocked

I've got a pretty girl who's waiting

On the tick of my pocket watch

Cry quiet took my pride and

Let me off easy, I'm not your type but

Ah-ah, I adore your vibe

My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You are planning my demise)

Ah-ah, I adore your vibe (Vibe)

Eyes glossed over

Now my soul is bruised

The chapel starts to swell

I was borderline then fell

All the floral patterned imagery

Is making me feel hell

I don't wanna think about

White, white wedding cake

Reminding me of our first date

You smeared dessert across my lips and kissed it off my face

Cry quiet took my pride and

Let me off easy, I'm not your type but

Ah-ah, I adore your vibe

My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You are planning my demise)

Ah-ah, I adore your vibe (Vibe)

Eyes glossed over

Now my soul is bruised

I miss the way you say my name

Miss how you look right through me

I lost my way and you're to blame

Ah-ah, I adore your vibe

My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You are planning my demise)

Ah-ah, I adore your vibe (Vibe)

Eyes glossed over

Now my soul is bruised