We caught up at a stoplight

‘Cause we’re brittle in the sunlight

I’m outweighed by my own body

My mind is heavy thinking of yours

This year is gonna carve me out

A pastel yellow hole

Try to fill it back in with chipped teeth

Still stained wine red

My throat like a tape deck

Rewinding your name

It sounds a little fucked up

'Cause it’s playing in reverse

Skin tones in the lamplight

Mixed up behind my eyes

Spit love at me through chipped teeth

Lie if you don’t mind

My throat like a tape dеck

Rewinding your name

It sounds a little fuckеd up

Cause it’s playing in reverse

My throat like a tape deck

Rewinding your name

It sounds a little fucked up

Cause it’s playing in reverse