The Grind

I was living in color
 HD, flat screen, refined
 Carpet and leather
 But the picture got dimmer
 This year I could swear
 The water tasted way worse
 And I feel sick
 The water tasted way worse
 I was living all over
 Point at a place on a map
 I was down to go there
 But if I'm being honest
 I could feel the paper
 Dulling up that shine
 I could hear the friction
 I could feel the grind
 'Cause we're falling out of love
 Love, love
 We're falling out of love
 Love, ooh, love
 You were sporting some leather
 Coma meat is murder
 It doesn't get better, no
 Currently my bed is reserved for the TV
 For the TV, are you on the TV? No
 So take that shit away from me
 You're hung over
 You're up all night, no light
 Is this your infinite summer?
 Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment
 Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it's time
 That we give this shit up
 'Cause we're falling out of love
 Love, love
 We're falling out of love
 Love, love
 'Cause we're falling out of love
 Love, love
 We're falling out of love
 Love, love