mystery Lyrics

Other than love what's the consequence

Other than trust, rather we fucked i feel astonished quick damn

What's on your mind and how do we accomplish it

We fade away then drift away we never accomplish shit

I said it once, I'll count to two and then we're done again

We'll take it out and then we'll fuck i guess that's how it ends

We always argue, your the model and I'll make the mends

Shit, fuck i guess I'll make the mends

But what's on your mind, faded in your room with the closed blinds

But it's a mystery what's left, we'll move on your time

And then you'll claim to me you're dead, i guess that's on sight

Stop for gas then repeat it

It's hard to pass the sequence

Showing me love but never no meaning

Left me for dead then playing it even

The motions the potions it's hard to roll with

Went ghost quick to focus, you didn't notice

But what was on your mind, it hurts the most because we waste time

We fade away a lot, and catch ourselves behind the blinds

It's the love and not the lust, we cannot fuck tonight

Other than love what's the consequence

Other than trust, rather we fucked i feel astonished quick damn

What's on your mind and how do we accomplish it

We fade away then drift away we never accomplish shit

I said it once, I'll count to two and then we're done again

We'll take it out and then we'll fuck i guess that's how it ends

We always argue, your the model and I'll make the mends

Shit, fuck i guess I'll make the mends

But what's on your mind, faded in your room with the closed blinds

But it's a mystery what's left, we'll move on your time

And then you'll claim to me you're dead, i guess that's on sight

Fuck in this room, i guess

Blame it on lust, the sex

Can we not talk, the feeling of dread

No time to talk I'm feeling upset

We cannot deal with regrets

Let's have a talk instead, while laying down inside my bed

A piece of mind no time for sex

Why do i feel dread oh, they'll say what's left and I'll say it's mystery

Why do i feel dread oh, they'll say what's left and I'll say it's mystery

Other than love what's the consequence

Other than trust, rather we fucked i feel astonished quick damn

What's on your mind and how do we accomplish it

We fade away then drift away we never accomplish shit

I said it once, I'll count to two and then we're done again

We'll take it out and then we'll fuck i guess that's how it ends

We always argue, your the model and I'll make the mends

Shit, fuck i guess I'll make the mends

But what's on your mind, faded in your room with the closed blinds

But it's a mystery what's left, we'll move on your time

And then you'll claim to me you're dead, i guess that's on sight