Lotus Eater

(álbum: Sacred Hearts Club - 2017)

I can never be like you, I don't ever talk like that
You smile with a sparkler drink and stumble in your lipstick mess
Well, Hollywood philosophies, yeah, it's a tragedy
But you keep hanging on with a vacant look
Just waiting around for someone to take you home

And I know you know I'm not the one
I'm sorry I was late, I didn't wanna come

(Ah)
Oh no, man, it's just not that much fun
(Ooh)

Well, my eyes are wandering, can we just eat the news?
And dance around the room in our scattered point of views
Take my hand and breathe, yeah, just count to three
I wish that I could blink and turn all your words
Into ice cubes so I could fill my drink

And I know you know I'm not the one
I'm sorry I was late, next time I just won't come

Woo (Ah)
Oh man, well, I think I gotta run
(Ooh)

Well, hey, what's that called
When you're sitting on your couch
And having fun just being by yourself?
Wondering why we can't commit to love
The things that we got we always want more of

I know you'd rather have me fake it, but I'm not gonna make it

Woo (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now I gotta run
(Ooh) Woo