Текст песни
Your face is blinding
Brighter than at any party
Your skin is whiter than drag, I'm in your private
You’re an old contact in my phone, buried too deep for me to scroll
I’m out of control
We got nothing left to hear, all my tastes switched up, now I’m on the fruit fl
Grilling steaks from heavy stacks that won’t fit on their plate, too much meat for them to grab
You still don't see me Maybe I can reach you through sound
It’s easier to blame someone, but we’re adults now
You’re still playing games
To me it’s all just fog
Your skin is cold
There’s a fire in your eyes
Cause everything, you hold
You set a high price
Cause what’s behind them always scald
Can you hear me?
Your face is blinding
Brighter than at any party
Your skin is whiter than drag, I'm in your private
You’re an old contact in my phone, buried too deep for me to scroll
I’m out of control
