bite down salvador
catfish and the bottlemen
let me get my zipper up and my boots on
no one will know what's gone on
except the conscious eyes that followed you around the room all night
if only she could've bitten her tongue
half the time she's honest with lies
because the truth's too hard to believe
she's holding your arm as she greets all your friends
the lights come back on and the dreaded walk home in the rain
you'll never hijack these eyes again
half the time she's honest with lies
because the truth's too hard to believe
you leave my party with your left-handed cigarette and you look awful cold
i'd love to hate you but your smell's still on my jeans
i'm standing in this wreck cause of your smile
i love your voice but i hate when you speak