Pianocktail - Createurs

Look at me as we get through this evening

These fainting eyes are fixed on you

Not pretty sure how bad this feeling is

But come on let’s be mature

We’re in pain can you not see this?

It’s all in your poisoned casserole

Mixing all the chemicals we miss

The fix has gotten out of control

But I’m too hungry for this yearning,

Now craving for you, craving for your touch

Now lady, oh can we have our real talk

It’s not better, it’s not better when unsaid

I’m sick and tired of waiting on

I’m sick of the ridicules

No, I’m not sitting here with this going on

Before this, oh yeah, this shotgun wedding

The taste has never been this condescending

A drink to be made by the one and only pianocktail

With a bittersweet tone to our loving

Similar to your bouquet of chrysanthemum lies

Be careful, you might bite your tongue

While you state the facts that we’re in love

Why don’t we bet on our clothes and purposely lose

In this game of hearts, with love as stars.

The romance was dear but time is making us old

and the result is still unclear

Now lady, oh can we have our real talk

It’s not better, it’s not better when unsaid

But baby, we should have a real talk

Call it maybe before actions get misread

I’m sick and tired of waiting on

I’m sick of the ridicules

No, i’m not sitting here with this going on

Before this, oh yeah, this shotgun wedding