We're never done with killing time
Can I kill it with you?
'Til my veins run red and blue?
We come around here all the time
Got a lot to not do
Lemme kill it with you

You pick me up and take me home again
Head out the window again
We're hollow like the bottles that we drain
You drape your wrists over the steering wheel
Pulses can drive from here
We might be hollow, but we're brave

And I like you
I love these roads where the houses don't change
Where we can talk like there's something to say
I'm glad that we stopped kissing
the tar on the highway
We move in the tree streets
I'd like it if you stayed

Now we're wearing long sleeves and the heating comes on
You buy me orange juice; we're getting good at this
Dreams of clean teeth
I can tell that you're tired
but you keep the car on
while you're waiting out front


Produced, Mixed and Engineered by Joel Little
Recorded at Golden Age
Published by Copyright Control / Sony ATV
Vocals by Ella Yelich O'Connor
All Instrumentation by Joel Little
Mastering Engineer: Stuart Hawkes of Metropolis