
marlboro reds Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Marlboro reds
And there's coke in your pocket
Your hand up my t-shirt
Your body on my frame
We kissed in a pool bar at like 1 in the morning
And I just can't enough
I never saw you coming
You say I look a lot like some actor whose name
You can't pronounce
I'm all around you
Tracing your tattoos like they're some coloring book
I trace them back to you
You trace so softly back to me
God, how have I fallen for
Someone just like me
I barely know you
Yet you're the thing
I can't let go of
And I watch you follow
No, I can't let go of
This summer high
Summer night
Friday night
Summer high
Summer night
Friday night
Summer high
Friday night
Friday night
Summer high
Cadmium red
You ask where I got this sweater
My hand on your fingers
My lips on your face
You smoke another while u stare into me
You're a goddamn enabler
And I'm your machine
Making what you think is possible out of me
I'm not thinking
No, I'm not
And you kept calling me sexy, and you know
I don't believe that
So I poured every insecurity on you
I'm trying my best to make it easy for me
To split away because I leave home tomorrow
But then you caught me off guard
With your response
You didn't even speak a word
Or smile
You just started to kiss them
Kiss my flaws
Starting with my forehead
Down to my chest
Over,
Over and over again
And right when I'm trying to talk to you
You kiss them all over again
And I'm losing my train of thought
I shouldn't be crying over a shitbag
But what do you do?
When someone finally sees you?
We loved like that
Then we walked away
Know you're probably in pain
And I am too
And I am too
What goes up must always come down
As they say
And when my plane
had touched the ground
You're the only one I'm thinking about
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
I bet you're getting over me by getting high
And stoned and drunk in a parking lot
But what do I do with that?
What do I do with whats left of my thoughts?
What's left of my memory?