Fawner Lyrics

I spent my morning talking

To the moths on my window frame

While my skin started to boil

In the light of your afterglow

No mitigation, no restraint

You've got an inability to tell what's okay

I feel the friction between my heart

And organs as it plummets into my gut

Sweet nothings always feel rotten

Coming out of my mouth

And I wish I could be anywhere

Other than here and now

Am I punishing you?

Am I punishing you?

Should I punish me too?

Got my neck against the headrest

And it doesn't matter what I say

Cause any attempt to deny

Only ever falls on blind eyes

I'm nothing but a turned over

Photo on your fridge

Pinned up by a magnet bought by

Someone you'd rather not remember

Sweet nothings always feel rotten

Coming out of my mouth

And I wish I could be anywhere

Other than here and now

Am I punishing you?

Am I punishing you?

Should I punish me too?

You set these pretenses

And mold a character for you to fit through

And now honeybee

Nobody can ever love you

A people pleaser

Entertainment is value

And you can never get bored

Of what you can't predict

Sweet nothings always feel rotten

Coming out of my mouth

And I wish I could be anywhere

Other than here and now

Am I punishing you?

Am I punishing you?

Should I punish me too?