Bad Magic

Do yu remember
Told me you didn’t wanna be a bartender anymore
You judged the roses
By their covers
And I don’t see you cry
You don’t see me cry
I don’t see you cry
You don’t see me cry
Cause this is the bad kind of magic
How does the rain feel
With stockholder drones
I’m so alone
Daddy was a narcissist with heaven in his head and stars in his lungs, oh
Oh happy shame
The light is different now
When confusing …
Is this the bad kind of magic?
How does the rain feel
With stockholder drones
I’m so alone
How does the rain feel
With stockholder drones
Are you still alone?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh