I Know It's Not Cute To Be A Martyr Lyrics

Peace

Uh... it's me

I know it's not cute to be a martyr

So… I won't be

Smelling like this old house, until we're moving

Apple and maple bourbon mixed into it

Patchouli and amber undertones

DampRid can't kill the time alone

So I'll burn this candle and an incense

Cashmere essence on my clothes

Crack windows and put my oils on

Myrrh my pores, pulling all day long

Until the nighttime comes

Like sun to dawn

Kissing my cheeks

This mirror's blue

Bubbles we blew

Yours grey, mines green

Broken bulbs symbolise the darkness

Cracks in walls, dirt on the frames

These doors don't close here like they used to

Hell, some won't lock or move all the way

That deck out back! It's falling apart

Step out with caution, the wood is shaky

Them damn termites and water bugs

Nesting so sweetly, eating our foundation

We got no shutters anymore

The shed feels haunted and you wanna take a tour

Unofficial remodels

Clutching dust bunnies, giving wallets core

And getting nothing, but we

Smelling like this old house, until we're moving

Apple and maple bourbon mixed into it

Patchouli and amber undertones

DampRid can't kill the time alone

So I'll burn this candle and an incense

Cashmere essence on my clothes

Crack windows and put my oils on

Myrrh my pores, pulling all day long

When the nighttime comes, I hope I smell like you

And your home so built from the ground and new

When the nighttime comes, I hope I smell like you

And your car so clean and twenty twenty-two

When the nighttime falls, just put it all on me

My house is old and my car is too

When the good times roll, just give me everything

And I'll pretend to live in sweet dreams with you

I know you gotta go