Holy Water کے بول

Valentine! Don't lose your stride, you got me good The way you tap dance through my daydreams makes My heart skip more beats than it should When will I finally shake it? I can't take it anymore I'm either waking up to more shit luck or sleeping in on the kitchen floor The things you do that made me fall for you still kinda freak me out Like when you found the trap door in my naval And watched the blood start pouring out my mouth You're my fitted casket, and I wish I could tell you what I once had said before That I'd climb a mountain just the shout with both my arms out and proclaim Feel like that poet we saw swеating at the center of thе stage Clearly questioning perpetually if they should tear or turn the page And I'm not saying that it's working, I've just noticed some new trends I made like six bucks doing bar tricks in a basement with my friends And I don't have to say a prayer if you're there holding back my hair Because the spit inside your kisses feels like holy water in excess I can't protest coincidence, but I sense that there's more to fear Beneath these sorry situations, our fates our subtly revealed And I'm sorry that I had to be the one to let you hear that I'm still here