You got a cigarette?
I don't smoke
I've seen you smoke
I don't smoke cigarettes
It's nine, in the evening
Faces on the mirrors holding
Aperol and spritzers
We try, to believe it
But your conversation's wasting my time
Are these moments turning you on?
When the room is spinning around
Are you really opening up babe?
Can someone turn it down?
Cause this moment's turning me off
My reflection's calling me over
Feeling for a slow retreat
I wanna be high
Higher than the noise in the room
I wanna be high
High enough to be in the mood
Still smoke, in the air now
And you're lying on the couch
Cause your friends all left your house
Do we dine on the feeling?
With this poison I can't breathe
And my conscience been asleep for a while
Denial keeps me feeling low down again
Are these moments turning you on?
When the room is spinning around
Are you really opening up babe?
Just staring at the ground?
Cause this moment's turning me off
My reflection's pulling me under
Feeling for a slow release
I wanna be high
Higher than the noise in the room
I wanna be high
High enough to be in the mood
I wanna be high
Higher than the noise in the room
I wanna be high
High enough to be in the mood
Okay like you're attractive. But I don't understand why. Like what?
Literally said that to me, and I was just like, okay, am I supposed to get flattered?
I don't understand why I find you attractive because you're weird as fuck
And I'm like I'm not weird, I'm not considered weird
He's like, but you are though. But why?
Just because I'm not wearing a dress doesn't make me fucking weird
Do you know what I mean? (Yeah) I'm not weird
He's just like yeah I find you
But I don't know why, but like I guess I'll fuck you
Then she's I wouldn't fuck you
The only reason I'm fucking talking to you right now
Is because borrowed a fucking lighter