6am again, love flicks from the shutter to my shade
you wonât leave my head though i have begged you many times
I havenât slept for days
Iâd phone in sick again, but i ainât sure my lips can move to speak
If i had my time over then i would play it differently
but regret is for the weak
If this is love, if this is love, itâs crucifying me
If this is love, i must be happy
If this is love, if this is love, itâs crucifying me
If this is love, i must be happy
Suck on a low tar light, another 3 minutes of waking sleep
Seems like Iâve been in this pit a thousand years
But itâs only been a week
Iâd smash this place apart, but I ainât got the strength to even stand
This decaying planet here that Iâm on
revolves in the palms of your hands
If this is love, if this is love, itâs crucifying me
If this is love, i must be happy
If this is love, if this is love, itâs crucifying me
If this is love, i must be happy