I Know It's Not Cute To Be A Martyr

Peace Uh... it's me I know it's not cute to be a martyr So… I won't be Smelling like this old house, until we're moving Apple and maple bourbon mixed into it Patchouli and amber undertones DampRid can't kill the time alone So I'll burn this candle and an incense Cashmere essence on my clothes Crack windows and put my oils on Myrrh my pores, pulling all day long Until the nighttime comes Like sun to dawn Kissing my cheeks This mirror's blue Bubbles we blew Yours grey, mines green Broken bulbs symbolise the darkness Cracks in walls, dirt on the frames These doors don't close here like they used to Hell, some won't lock or move all the way That deck out back! It's falling apart Step out with caution, the wood is shaky Them damn termites and water bugs Nesting so sweetly, eating our foundation We got no shutters anymore The shed feels haunted and you wanna take a tour Unofficial remodels Clutching dust bunnies, giving wallets core And getting nothing, but we Smelling like this old house, until we're moving Apple and maple bourbon mixed into it Patchouli and amber undertones DampRid can't kill the time alone So I'll burn this candle and an incense Cashmere essence on my clothes Crack windows and put my oils on Myrrh my pores, pulling all day long When the nighttime comes, I hope I smell like you And your home so built from the ground and new When the nighttime comes, I hope I smell like you And your car so clean and twenty twenty-two When the nighttime falls, just put it all on me My house is old and my car is too When the good times roll, just give me everything And I'll pretend to live in sweet dreams with you I know you gotta go