Suffer for Fashion ​of Montreal

[Verse 1]
We just want to emote till we're dead
I know we suffer for fashion or whatever
We don't want these days to ever end
We just want to emasculate them forever

[Hook]
Forever, forever
Oh, pretty sirens don't go flat
It's not supposed to happen like that
Not like that
Not like that

We've got to keep it physical

[Verse 2]
When our teles are six hours away
Please call to say that you miss me, feel me or whatever
Vicissitudes are boxing our heads
Like they just want to emaciate them forever

[Hook]
Forever, forever
Oh, pretty sirens don't go flat
It's not supposed to happen like that
Not like that
Not like that