Paris, After the War Lyrics

I wrapped my hand around your wrist

Like it was bleeding, bleeding

You must be taking the piss

(Look so good)

That dress is getting ripped this evening

(Oh, I'm shook)

Every Christmas was shit

Said 'Let's just dip to Champs-Élysées'

But then we argued like kids

About that girl you kissed

Although I have to admit, I'm kind of done

I think essentially it's fictional love I want

And now we're both lying in bed feeling sick

Happy birthday, honey

Marry me, let's move in

Am I dreaming?

Didn't someone die?

Am I dreaming?

Did someone die?

Well that's the negatives list

I know I said 'I'll see you when I see you'

But God, I've never been in pain like this

You're the only person I've ever missed

Sorry, I was being a prick

Ran into Bambi and we patched everything

(You touch everything)

Her and her boyfriend are in an open thing now

(We're old twin flames)

You can have your cake and eat it but you feel kind of sick

(I feel kind of silly)

We're the generation of believing nothing

We killed all the Gods so we can't even sin

We were gonna start a family but ran out of gin

So instead we mutual masturbate and bully policemen

Am I dreaming?

Did someone die?

Am I dreaming?

Didn't someone die?