It feels like 1960
This pool we’re swimming in is empty
I’ve got mirrors on my ceiling
Sing it to you in your bedroom
Fill your head with this lovely, dark, tune
And I promise that you'll like it
Promise that you'll like it
I promise that you'll like it

In the darkest of dens
Is where we will fit in
Don't underestimate my capability
To be your favorite sin
Do you think about what I think about?
Our chemicals mixed with nicotine
I'm the cancer in your lungs
So just give up and inhale me

I'm addicted to the way you smell
And the way you make me feel like hell
Is a place I wouldn't mind to be
If you were there with me
And you can have what's left of me
I'll do my best to remain in one piece
And I promise that you'll like it
Promise that you'll like it
I promise that you'll like it