We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town

You'll put your eyes to the sun and say
"I know you're only blinding to keep back
What the clouds are hiding"
And we might have started
Singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room

Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend, and dreamed
We're just sinking with the melody
Of the kiss of eternity

Got postcards from my
Former self saying "how you been?"
We might of signaled fire just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning

It was ice cream headaches
And sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I’m just tired yawns for
fawns on hunter’s lawns

We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.

Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa-oh oh we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning