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lyrics
They’ve destroyed
Every distraction
We once held sacred
So there is nowhere
Romantic I can take you
To cool off
So meet me in a parking lot
We can pretend
That the pavement
Is the ocean
And the bright lights
Are the stars
So tell me
Chelsea
Why was your make up
A mess?
Did they
Catch ya
In a white lie
Or a black dress?
We’ve learned to speak their language
Of complaints
And disingenuous compliments I’m so sick of that talk
So meet me in a parking garage
And sing to me
Let your discord
Echo off
The concrete
So tell me
Chelsea
Why was your make up
A mess?
Did they
Catch ya
In a white lie
Or a black dress?
A very unique addition to the PUP discography that brings a multitude of new sounds compared to previous works, not bad by any means, just a little different.
Go see them live, chaotic. Shmoob