I heard that he was out of shape
He'd been in bed for days
But still, butter wouldn't melt
Severed by the Sertraline
Libido guillotine
Fuck these cards we've been dealt
Now that you know, that I'm sinking
I'm trying to float, but I'm falling in with you
You are John Booth, I'm Lincoln
How 'bout you go, before playing your theme tune?
And now we're back in the room
Back in the room
Back in the room
Yeah, the room
Which room? The orange neon one
You'll leave before you're gone
First you'll have to find the keys
And I'm out, my plan worked perfectly
We got scars that won't bleed
Dispose of your agency
Now that you know, there's an inkling
You're starting to show that the rumours could be true
Couldn't you lie without blinking?
How 'bout you go, before playing your theme tune?
And now we're back in the room
Back in the room
Back in the room
Yeah, the room
And now that you know, what I'm thinking
Your eyes overflow, and I'm falling in for you
Head over heels, without drinking
Why don't you go, before playing your theme tune?
And then we're back in the room
