That slow burn wait while it gets dark
Bruising the sun
I feel grown up with you in your car
I know it's dumb

We've both got a million bad habits to kick - not sleeping is one
We're biting our nails, you're biting my lip
I'm biting my tongue

People are talking, people are talking

Raise a glass 'cause I'm not done saying it
They all wanna get rough, get away with it -
let 'em talk cause we're dancing in this world alone
World alone, we're alone

All my fake friends and all of their noise
complain about work -
they're studying business, I study the floor
and you haven't stopped smoking all night
Maybe the Internet raised us
Or maybe people are jerks
But not you

Raise a glass 'cause I'm not done saying it
They all wanna get rough, get away with it -
let 'em talk cause we're dancing in this world alone
World alone, we're alone
All the double-edged people and schemes
They make a mess, then go home and get clean
You're my best friend and we're dancing in a world alone
World alone, we're alone

I know we're not everlasting
We're a train wreck waiting to happen
One day the blood won't flow so gladly
One day we're all get still
Get still



Produced, Mixed and Engineered by Ella Yelich O'Connor
Additional Production by Ella Yelich O'Conno
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