I’m just a ghost in your mirror
Drinking the smoke of your silhouette
You call it love, I call it fever
But we’re too high to quit it yet
What lovers do—
We bruise, we bloom, we break in two
What lovers do—
Your poison tastes like déjà vu
Midnight’s pulling the stitches loose
We’re dancing on the edge of the moon
What lovers do
What lovers do