Nightwear
No sound of a car in the streets
Moonlight beams on your flower pattern bedsheets
The suburbs turn to stone in the night
Your rosy cheeks shine from your phone light

Loop-dee loop your hair
Swallowing your smoke air
If I cried, would you care?
There’s just something in your stare
You’re too good for me
My goofy, freckled cutie
If this were my last night
Then just shoot me
Babe just shoot me

Loop-dee loop your hair
Swallowing your smoke air
If I cried, would you care?
There’s just something in your stare
You’re too good for me
My goofy, freckled cutie
This could be my last night
And that’d be alright
That’d bе alright