My Perfume

A wretched expression A bullet train Pride on the scale but it's all in vain Master of silence come save the day But he never says what he needs to say Chasing paper trails you think I left for you And fall down waterfalls you filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Sick of you trying to f*ck my friends Not comprehending the songs I send Always forgetting which drink I get Since you’re asking Yes I faked it Standing me up at three restaurants Praying that you'd prove my parents wrong Asking me when you would get a song Since you’re asking Hope you hate it Chasing paper trails you think I left for you And fall down waterfalls you filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Filled with my perfume Thinking of all the mistakes you made Missing our stop on a moving train Chasing paper trails you think I left for you And fall down waterfalls you filled with my perfume