April to Death

Three bullets in a wedding dress

Well, I know he'll kill me, but I love that boy to death

Felt it bad when he took those pills

Saying "Ha ha ha, we're going straight to hell"

The smell of sweat and sweetness in your room

Yeah, I was scared, but what can you do?

You turn around and tell me it's okay

But my hands have still got the morphine shakes

I'm alive, but I don't know where I am

Wanna leave but I don't know if I can

Drop out of art school

And spend my life in hotel bedrooms

I think I saw him slow-mo crashing on the interstate

Think I saw him sleeping through a hurricane

He's a violent man and his heart's decayed

He's a liar, but I just can't stay away

And he's smoking out the window every morning

While I get high in the bathroom

We're always on the upswing, baby

Phosphines in our starry eyes today

April to our deathbed

We're always on the upswing, baby

He's got a new girl, and I'm sure that she's alright

But he still calls me late at night

Never meant to leave him here like this

Voicemail sings a fucking wreck

I'm still written in his arm

Six years between the thing he wants

Nose bleeds like an afterthought

Baby, don't breathe out, it's all we've got

Live life on endless holiday

You're so fun, but I've got bills to pay

I don't love any of these men

Just want to feel the most I can

And he's smoking out the window every morning

While I get high in the bathroom

We're always on the upswing, baby

Phosphines in our starry eyes today

April to our deathbed

We're always on the upswing, baby

Soft skin, press cold hands, sleep sweet, sleep gentle

Hey, baby, are you okay?

You're always on my mind

Coffee stains, radio static, slice my collarbones

I love a boy who's made of gold

I love a boy with curly hair and river eyes

And he's smoking out the window every morning

While I get high in the bathroom

We're always on the upswing, baby

Lightning in our fingertips today

I jump each time you touch me

Always on the upswing, baby

Phosphines in our starry eyes today

April to our deathbed

We're always on the upswing, baby