Mouthful of Diamonds - Phantogram

Wake up, you’re getting high on your own supply

Oh baby you’re still alive when you could’ve died

The world is not round because of you

You know I’m not around because of you

You’ve got a mouthful of diamonds

And a pocketful of secrets

I know you’re never telling anyone

Because the patterns they control your mind

Those patterns take away my time

Hello, goodbye

Wasted, you tell the truth when you could’ve lied

Troubles are on the rise cause you’re in disguise

And if it isn’t me then pack your bags and leave

I wish I could believe

The devils won’t take you back out to the salty seas

You’ve got a mouthful of diamonds

And a pocketful of secrets

I know you’re never telling anyone

Because the patterns they control your mind

Those patterns take away my time

Hello, goodbye

I wish I could believe