Pale Eyes

Tell me i’m stupid
I don’t really care
Tell me your mouth is
Full of despair
Tell me you’re stupid
I don’t really know
Wasting our time but
We didn’t know shit
When of the times
Would it really hit
That all of the moments
Between us were dead
We won’t wait for
A heart-straight pulse
We don’t need no cinnamon
We won’t wait for
Heart-shaped fun
We won’t wait for
A heart-straight pulse
You don’t need to turn me on
We won’t wait for
Heart-shaped fun