April to Death Flower Face

Three bullets in a wedding dress
Well I know he'll kill me, but I love that boy to death
Felt it bad when he took those pills
Saying "ha ha ha, we're going straight to hell"

The smell of sweat and sweetness in your room
Yeah, I was scared, but what can you do?
You turn around and tell me it's okay
But my hands have still got the morphine shakes

I'm alive but I don't know where I am
Wanna leave but I don't know if I can
I'll drop out of art school
Spend my life in hotel bedrooms

I think I saw him slow-mo crashing on the interstate
Think I saw him sleeping through a hurricane
He's a violent man and his heart's decayed
He's a liar but I just can't stay away

Now he's smoking out the window every morning
While I get high in the bathroom
We're always on the upswing, baby
Phosphenes in our starry eyes today
April to our deathbed
We're always on the upswing, baby