Saints 歌词

Thinking back on all my friends Years and years of birthday parties Little fiends on halloween Monsters in the fields Losing track of all my friends Guess who’s moving in together Put a grown up costume on Only you and me Haunted houses where we sleep With the ghosts of boyfriends watching Guess we want for nothing How paradoxical Brace the walls with good intentions Temporary architecture Build me something beautiful Beautiful Why you have to be a goddamn saint Don’t you see it only makes this hard Why you have to be a goddamn saint Nobody’s dying for this love Saint who raised us from the dead Saint who saved us from the party Saint who lives with no regrets How pathological Losing track of all our friends Guess who’s moving in together Just a couple quiet martyrs Quiet martyrs Why you have to be a goddamn saint Don’t you see it only makes this hard Why you have to be a goddamn saint Nobody’s dying for this love Am I a wasp Am I a wasp Am I a wasp In your sheets Don’t you see it only makes this hard Why you have to be a goddamn saint Nobody’s dying for this love