the split lip club

If there's a sun, it will come for me Even if I'm diseased So it knows If there's a clique, I'll be part of it Even if I don't fit How they know Suburbian sun, the cut on my tongue The cars, the pavement, the split seams Rose-tinted sea and karma caught dreams The beach, the lace-ups, the groupies Turn a lover into a fighter And call it a movie Turn a hater into a runner And call it a movie If there's a sun, it will shine for me Even if I'm not clean So it knows If there's a taste, God, it's bittersweet And it plays on repeat How life grows Suburbian sun, the cut on my tongue The cars, the pavement, the split seams Rose-tinted sea and karma caught dreams The beach, the lace-ups, the groupies Turn a lover into a fighter And call it a movie Turn a hater into a runner And call it a movie Oh, they let me go I wake up to go home I turn on the news to realise that I'm alone I listen to dial tones It's 3am, you're on the phone This is not what I condone, no, no We only have split lips from the way we sleep at night Not the way we fight Turn a lover into a fighter And call it a movie Turn a hater into a runner And call it a movie