sweet
my fingers thinner, my trauma clearer
he's seen it crash and burn
and i claim he hasn't
love is sweet, you know
i call him baby and he calls me babe
we watch our favourite show from different living rooms
make love to each other in different bedrooms
write letters we'll never send
baby, remember, it's forest fires, toothbrushes and stolen mattresses
my hair brighter, my heart colder
he's seen it crash and burn
and i know he has
love is sweet, you know
but the truth is, i kiss boys and he kisses girls
i kiss girls and he sleeps with them
but it's all part of the game, we've started asking people to skip songs
remember them?
his hair longer, his trauma mine
i've seen it crash and burn
and he knows i have
love is sweet... i think