Lyrics Paper Houses - Make Out Monday

Paper Houses

Wanna lie with you forever in what’s left of the west, oh
I’ve never seen you not looking your best
Watch hands and cigarettes crashing like own regrets
If this ain’t it then I don’t know what is
It’s raining in the hills again
I know it’s harsh but let’s pretend
I’ll call you when I need a friend
You’ll have to when Hell freezes over
Practice better tests
And I’m glorious, irrelevant
You need it and you won’t sign
Know you did
I dreamed a dream
That we had it all
From our white paper houses
Overlooking the cars
The city was burning
Still we smiled through it all
Now like our white paper houses
Darling, we’re caught in the fire (Fire)
And the sex and drugs and rock 'n roll
That passes unsustainable
The ballerina twirled and choked
And now she’s spinning end over end
I wanna make amends
For the smile that broke down at the stare
And I love you once
I know I said that I did
I dreamed a dream
That we had it all
From our white paper houses
Overlooking the cars
The city was burning
Still we smiled through it all
Now like our white paper houses
Darling, we’re burning alive
I had enough to
To give to you
We’re burning alive
We’re burning alive (Alive)
We’re flammable like
Like cheap perfume
We’re burning alive
We’re burning alive
I promised you a mansion
Then we settled for the hills
Told you we could have it all
Then I tore up your precious will
Party favors brought the guests
Spilled the bottle, spent the rent
Filling empty houses with old dead friends
If I told you I loved you
Could we have it all again?
I dreamed a dream
That we had it all
From our white paper houses
Overlooking the cars
The city was burning
Still we smiled through it all
Now like our white paper houses
Darling, we’re burning alive
I dreamed a dream
That we had it all
From our white paper houses
Overlooking the cars
The city was burning
Still we smiled through it all
Now like our white paper houses
Darling, we’re burning alive
I had enough to
To give to you
We’re burning alive
We’re burning alive (Alive)
We’re flammable like
Like cheap perfume
Our white paper houses
Darling, we’re caught in the fire