Sober II (Melodrama) - Lorde

You asked if I was feeling it, I’m psycho high

Know you won’t remember in the morning when I speak my mind

Lights are on and they’ve gone home, but who am I?

Oh, how fast the evening passes

Cleaning up the champagne glasses

We told you this was melodrama

(Oh, how fast the evening passes

Cleaning up the champagne glasses)

Our only wish is melodrama

(Oh, how fast the evening passes

Cleaning up the champagne glasses)

And the terror and the horror

When we wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa

And the terror and the horror

God, I wonder why we bother, whoa, whoa

All the glamour and the trauma

And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa

All the gun fights and the lime lights

And the holy sick divine nights, whoa

(Holy sick divine nights, whoa)

They’ll talk about us, all the lovers

How we kiss and kill each other, whoa

They’ll talk about us, and discover

How we kissed and killed each other, whoa

(And we’ll tell them)

We told you this was melodrama

You wanted something that we offer

We told you this was melodrama

You wanted something that we offer

We told you this was melodrama

You wanted something that we offer

We told you this was melodrama

You wanted something that we offer

We told you this was melodrama

We told you this was melodrama

We told you this was melodrama

We told you this was melodrama

We told you this was melodrama