I spent a long time
Watering a plant made out of plastic
And I curse the ground for growing green

I spent a long time
Substituting honest with sarcastic
And I curse my tongue for being mean

Weightless, breathless restitute
Motionless and absolute
He cut me open
Sucked the poison from an aging wound
Now fifty thousand war cadets
Would cower at this small brunette
It's a nice surprise knowing six feet high
Would reach and grab the moon if I should ask

Or just imply that I want you to be more light
So I could look inside his eyes
And get the colors just right
Just right, just right
Just

But love built, God built provinces
Built calluses, break promises
'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing
And not demolish it
What am I thinking? What does this mean?
How could somebody ever love me?
Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news coming

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Ashley Frangipane, Benjamin Levin, Magnus Hoiberg, Nathan Perez, Peder Losnegaard