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 I, I adore your vibe My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You're planning my demise) I, 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 I, I adore your vibe My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You're planning my demise) I, 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 I, I adore your vibe My, oh my, you're planning my demise (You're planning my demise) I, I adore your vibe (vibe) Eyes glossed over Now my soul is bruised