Cellophane - Soren Bryce

Bittersweet kid, I’m not listening

Can we work this out in the morning?

When you’re like this, I can’t stomach it

Could you put down what you’re holding?

Do I need to spell it out, spell it out?

I can’t form words with my mouth

Do I need to spell it out, spell it out?

You’ve got me alone now

Don’t get too close to me

You’ll be loving me, loving me forever, better

And I choke on cellophane

Inhaling all the things that make you better, better

Don’t get too close to me

You’ll be loving me, loving me forever, better

And I choke on cellophane

Inhaling all the things that make you better, better

My insides like a sink

I’ll clean them out in the morning

When you’re like this, we don’t speak

Bleach these please

Do I need to spell it out, spell it out?

I can’t form words with my mouth

Don’t get too close to me

You’ll be loving me, loving me forever, better

And I choke on cellophane

Inhaling all the things that make you better, better

Don’t get too close to me

You’ll be loving me, loving me forever, better

And I choke on cellophane

Inhaling all the things that make you better, better

Don’t get too, don’t get too

Better better, better better

Don’t get too, don’t get too

Better better, better better

Don’t get too, don’t get too

Better better, better better

Don’t get too, don’t get too

Better better, better better

Don’t get too close to me

You’ll be loving me, loving me forever, better

And I choke on cellophane

Inhaling all the things that make you better, better

Don’t get too close to me

You’ll be loving me, loving me forever, better

And I choke on cellophane

Inhaling all the things that make you better, better