Chop Chop
Ive got myself to blame for this
Ive tried [bad word] for everything Im not
And every face forgotten
You felt the sun warming your bed
You look so quintessential
Pressed against that cross
In the face of what was lost
Still I am not asking much of me
Youre ignoring the matter

Youll shut me up and bleed me dry
With cheap champagne and [bad word] lifestyle
But if nothing else matters
Then I will die trying
Thinking about you and I

Three years on Friday since we met
You felt that existential kiss upon your neck
How could we forget that still
I am through acting like this feels right
And now that nothing else matters

Youll shut me up and bleed me dry
With cheap champagne and [bad word] lifestyle
But if nothing else matters
Then I will die trying
Trying not to think about
Trying not to think about

Saw yourself and no one else
Its on yourself and no one else
But with our hearts tied
I guess it serves me right

Youll shut me up and bleed me dry
With cheap champagne and a disappearing lifeline
If nothing else matters
Then I will die trying
Thinking about you and I

Youll shut me up and bleed me dry
Only on that hour of time
With cheap champagne and [bad word] lifestyle
Only on that hour of time