I could waste away the day
Trying to push the envelope
But I'd rather just deliver it
I'm conscious to a fault
That love songs are overdone, cliche
And stand to be ridiculed

Playing hangman on our naked backs
Always made me relax
Sleeping with him can't be good for you psyche
And it definitely won't help you to get over me
My darling I can admit I fucked up
When I said we should break up
When you entered to the room last evening
You made the oxygen leave

My body got the bends
And my lungs can barely breathe
Now, I know I'm pushing you further away
By telling you to stay
Is this free will
Or is this God's plan
To leave me alone at night with my hands
There's no telling what I'll do
He'll make me do next
Am I this weak?
You can bet Goddamn yes

We all tell lies
To improve our disguise
Under this light
I'll confess my true life
Is this fusion
When we use them
Confuse them
This is fusion
When we use them
Don't want to lose them

Complain, complain, complain
Your favorite color's gray
Your favorite flavor's plain
You've become so damn vain
It's all about you, your looks
And your new pair of shoes
Don't leave me hanging in love with you
If you're not around
Melody can't you hear me calling
What's become of you now

We all tell lies
To improve our disguise
Under this light
I'll confess my true life
Is this fusion
When we use them
Confuse them
This is fusion
When we use them
Don't lose them

You turn me on


Lyrics submitted by starsfinallyxplode, edited by dustonthedash

Big Apple, Small Heart song meanings
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