Fuchsia

Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 Ah, ah, ahhh
 I didn't believe you, when you told me
 That you loved me, thought we both lied
 Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds
 In the rubble, in the fault lines
 Didn't believe you, when you told me
 That you loved me, thought we both lied
 Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds
 In the rubble
 Guess the faults mine
 Bolt lock on your brand new house
 Might knock but it makes no sound
 Lights on so I came here looking for you
 Bolt lock on your brand new house
 Might knock but it makes no sound
 Lights on so I came here looking for you
 Thought you were lying when you loved me
 Things I took for granted in this awkward game of Rugby
 Playing shoots and ladders way to serious and ugly
 When it should just be kids game
 Living in a constant state disdain
 We used plot on Brisbane
 Maybe go Paris, meet your parents
 To embarrassed to admit it was the real thing
 I envy all friends who think they found the one for them
 And love blindy just to die inside and do it all again
 I refollowed you instagram
 Damn you looking good dyed your hair blonde
 Much shorter than I remember
 But it's been a few decembers since we broke up
 And every girl sense has been equivalent to cold cuts
 Self sabotaging bout to go nuts
 Just in case you're wondering
 I've been on the road doing shows
 Last night was in your city and I almost hit your phone
 I'm an idol to these kids
 You would be proud of me in that sense
 But you deserve to be here, wish I had sense
 Aye Love
 I heard that you happy with some nigga
 What's his name, um
 I do not remember shit just really aint the same, fuck
 I that success would make me feel like I'm ok but
 The truth is I'm a whole mess
 Juice and vodka oh yes
 Give your momma my best
 Stacking dollars no flex
 I've been hiding out west
 Out of town cuz shit be painful at home
 Memories on them roads
 Still find your hairs in my room
 Got your perfume in my nose
 On paper I'm doing good
 Hop out of bed hop in the whip
 Get to the bread, hop on a plane give em the slip
 You was with me on the low yeah
 Catching the bus in the cold yeah
 Smiling all over the phone yeah
 It wasn't only for show nah
 It was real love, real love yeah
 Real one, real one yeah
 4 train, 4 train ugh
 Young nigga fucked up now
 Could've been a good thing huh
 Kids house and the whole nine
 Prospect Park of a saturday
 I didn't believe you, when you told me
 That you loved me, thought we both lied
 Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds
 In the rubble, in the fault lines
 Didn't believe you, when you told me
 That you loved me, thought we both lied
 Now when I see you, fuschia nosebleeds
 In the rubble
 Guess the faults mine
 Didn't believe you