Bleached

Sex on the beach
Or a bed of nails
Love is love
It never fails
With you
Oh, with you
Driving down the highway
Crashing cars
Love is love
It doesn’t matter how far
You go
Swinging my cheek
Or cracking my jaw
I’m with you
It doesn’t matter how fuckin' raw
Oh, how raw
He leaves high late every morning
Going home for the cute girl
He’s comin'
I’m still in the clothes from last night
Though we know it won’t be the last time
Following you around
You’re getting paranoid
Everyone can see
I’m falling further in this void
Oh, this void
Hands around your neck
You used to like it this way
Body’s growing cold
But it’s gonna be okay
Oh, okay
Make it disappear
With plastic and bleach
Dirt in your eyes
And it makes it hard to see
Now you see
I leave high late every morning
Going home for the cute boy
I’m comin'
You’re still in the clothes from last night
Though we know it won’t be the last time