Bleached - Girl Friday

Sex on the beach

Or a bed of nails

Love is love

It never fails

With you

Oh, with you

Driving down the highway

Crashing cars

Love is love

It doesn’t matter how far

You go

Swinging my cheek

Or cracking my jaw

I’m with you

It doesn’t matter how fuckin' raw

Oh, how raw

He leaves high late every morning

Going home for the cute girl

He’s comin'

I’m still in the clothes from last night

Though we know it won’t be the last time

Following you around

You’re getting paranoid

Everyone can see

I’m falling further in this void

Oh, this void

Hands around your neck

You used to like it this way

Body’s growing cold

But it’s gonna be okay

Oh, okay

Make it disappear

With plastic and bleach

Dirt in your eyes

And it makes it hard to see

Now you see

I leave high late every morning

Going home for the cute boy

I’m comin'

You’re still in the clothes from last night

Though we know it won’t be the last time