April to Death

Three bullets in a wedding dress
 Well, I know he'll kill me, but I love that boy to death
 Felt it bad when he took those pills
 Saying "Ha ha ha, we're going straight to hell"
 The smell of sweat and sweetness in your room
 Yeah, I was scared, but what can you do?
 You turn around and tell me it's okay
 But my hands have still got the morphine shakes
 I'm alive, but I don't know where I am
 Wanna leave but I don't know if I can
 Drop out of art school
 And spend my life in hotel bedrooms
 I think I saw him slow-mo crashing on the interstate
 Think I saw him sleeping through a hurricane
 He's a violent man and his heart's decayed
 He's a liar, but I just can't stay away
 And he's smoking out the window every morning
 While I get high in the bathroom
 We're always on the upswing, baby
 Phosphines in our starry eyes today
 April to our deathbed
 We're always on the upswing, baby
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 He's got a new girl, and I'm sure that she's alright
 But he still calls me late at night
 Never meant to leave him here like this
 Voicemail sings a fucking wreck
 I'm still written in his arm
 Six years between the thing he wants
 Nose bleeds like an afterthought
 Baby, don't breathe out, it's all we've got
 Live life on endless holiday
 You're so fun, but I've got bills to pay
 I don't love any of these men
 Just want to feel the most I can
 And he's smoking out the window every morning
 While I get high in the bathroom
 We're always on the upswing, baby
 Phosphines in our starry eyes today
 April to our deathbed
 We're always on the upswing, baby
 Soft skin, press cold hands, sleep sweet, sleep gentle
 Hey, baby, are you okay?
 You're always on my mind
 Coffee stains, radio static, slice my collarbones
 I love a boy who's made of gold
 I love a boy with curly hair and river eyes
 And he's smoking out the window every morning
 While I get high in the bathroom
 We're always on the upswing, baby
 Lightning in our fingertips today
 I jump each time you touch me
 Always on the upswing, baby
 Phosphines in our starry eyes today
 April to our deathbed
 We're always on the upswing, baby