And it starts like:
So we scattered pretty arcs across the cities,
Turned pockets of doubt into blankets of hope.
Now it's hard staying graceful, mostly sleeping central,
At weekends my weak hands are shaky at best
So you're guilty again
(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)
You're falling apart, walk back to his car, and you're as guilty as him
(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)
That's a pretty big heart but we're gonna have to break it
That's the way it honestly feels
We're like; STOP!
But you don't stop
You just touch up yr make up
Keep grinding yr hips to the wheel
(So they started kissing, lips of a magician
In weeks they were tired, given months they were out
Now they're kinda settled somewhere on the coastline
Can hardly recall what the rush was about)
So you're guilty again
(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)
You're falling apart, walk back to his car, and you're as guilty as him
(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)
That's a pretty big heart but we're gonna have to break it