Testo Badtimes

Lost the air in our lungs to a smoke filled room
Now hotel lobbies and these songs remind me of you make your dark bleed black
While you’re gripping at my waistline
Act like we don’t know while we whitewash the last time
You crack like ice but you’re never cold you stole my sight now I’m seeing gold never getting old
Twisting my lips when it hits
Is it as good as it gets?
Oh I’m tripping on the badtimes with you

I like the way you let me hold you down
Words stuck inside my head they feel like hell oh you still don’t know me but I can’t lonely stuck in the palm of your hand

Oh I’m tripping on the badtimes with you