Текст песни
Lip gloss, gunmetal
Black boots on the bar rail
Eyes red from the long tales
Of the courtroom, cold cells
Fake smiles in the strobe haze
My record on the DJ crate
Probation in my purse, folded
Next to cash with the blood stains
This that night shift confession
Dance with my crimes in the dark
Every scar got a rhythm
Every tear hit sharp
If I drown, I drown in neon
If I pray, I pray too late
This that night shift confession
Turn my guilt into bass
Judge said change, I said maybe
Walked out, went straight to the back door
Same crew in the same booth
Same lies that we all pour
Text my plug with my last hope
One more, then I’m gone type line
But I’m wired like the ceiling cam
Always watching my own decline
This that night shift confession
Dance with my crimes in the dark
Every scar got a rhythm
Every tear hit sharp
If I drown, I drown in neon
If I pray, I pray too late
This that night shift confession
Turn my guilt into bass
Sip fear from a cracked glass
Kiss death in a back cab
Heart cold in a warm crowd
Still alone when they clap back
If I vanish at sunrise
Just a rumor in smoke and rain
Write my name on the bathroom wall
Let it bleed down the drain
This that night shift confession
Dance with my crimes in the dark
Every scar got a rhythm
Every tear hit sharp
If I drown, I drown in neon
If I pray, I pray too late
This that night shift confession
Turn my guilt into bass
