He tells me about his night And I count the colors in his eyes He’ll never fall in love he swears As he runs his fingers through his hair I’m laughing cause I hope he's wrong.
I could tell you his favorite color's green He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful, He has his father’s eyes And if you asked me if I love him, I’d lie.
I never trust a narcissist But they love me So I play 'em like a violin And I make it look oh-so-easy 'Cause for every lie I tell them They tell me three.
They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one They got their pitchforks and proof Their receipts and reasons They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one So light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up) Light me up, go ahead and light me up (light me up) Light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up) Light me up (light me up), light me up.
Leave the perfume on the shelf That you picked out just for him So you leave no trace behind Like you don't even exist Take the words for what they are A dwindling, mercurial high A drug that only worked The first few hundred times
Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catchin' days? And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you?
When the dinner gets cold and the chatter gets old You ask for the tab Or that moment again he's insisting that friends Look at each other like that When the words of a sister come back in whispers That prove she was not In fact that she seemed, not a twin from your dreams She's a crook who was caugh.