SWEETENER

Red eyes, like a teenager
45  degrees to my 90
Dead  flower, nevermind is not an answer
Dreaming of Portugal on TV screens
Week old scratches on my knees
Remind  me of you
And  I’m hoping they’ll remind me of you

We find ourselves alone tonight, it might feel a little too right
When  there’s smoke, there is usually a fire
And I said “love” when I meant “desire”
And I feel my electric pulse and I’ve been moving to a static waltz
And I know when my muscles twitch
And  I know when my lips will itch
I’m reminded of you
And I’m hoping they’ll remind me of you
And I’m hoping if I forget, they’ll remind of you
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Red eyes like a teenager
Red eyes like a teenager
Red eyes like a teenager