Lyrics

Swingset kicks and merry-go-round lunches make you sick now anyways.
Coffee makes us talk about it.
Sonic stains and dirty jeans make sense when your teeth are clean.
And sleeplessly devoted to amusing ourselves.

And you.
To you, my dear, to you...
And you.
To you, my dear, to you...

Nonsense wont start a conversation.
Suspense will leave us incapacitated.
Expenses- kissing makes us scream about it.
Solid stakes and second cups sprout wings if they're cool enough.
And sleeplessly devoted to amusing ourselves.

And you.
To you, my dear, to you...
And you.
To you, my dear, to you...
Seven sons for seven daughters,
I'm six and sexed to slaughter.
Here's my debut.
Seven sons for seven daughters,
I'm six and sexed to slaughter.
Seven sons for seven daughters.

Trading an A for I,
I don't know why.
Trading an A for I,
I don't know why.

Airy eyes and sulking bones,
Tapping feet to metronomes.
Airy eyes and sulking bones,
Tapping feet to metronomes.
Seven sons for seven daughters,
I'm six and sexed to slaughter...