𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸🪩🪽

[hook intro] spin me slow… static glow… kiss me through the stereo… (stereo, stereo) [verse 1] black platform boots on the bedroom floor heart-shaped bruises on the mirror door vinyl spinning while the lights stay low dancing like nobody has to know (know, kn-, know) camera flash and cigarette haze (haze, haze) counting down all my wasted days (days, days) pretty little mess in striped sleeves trying hard to breathe easy (easy, e-asy) [pre-chorus] and the room keeps turning upside down lost girls never make a sound (sound, sound) every song feels cold somehow but i still sing along (long, long) [chorus] dead girl disco, glitter tears (tears, tears) dancing through my teenage fears (fears, fears) kiss me like a tragedy soft goth love and vanity (vanity, va-vanity) dead girl disco, static dreams (dreams, dreams) nothing’s ever what it seems (seems, seems) broken dolls and black lipstick make sadness look cinematic (cinematic, cin-ema) [verse 2] stickers on the silver case (case, case) trying to decorate the pain (pain, pain) late night calls and empty texts every love feels counterfeit (fake, fake) laying tangled in white sheets with tired hearts and aching feet (feet, feet) if heaven’s real i think it looks like dirty rooms and old records (records, rec-ords) [bridge] i don’t wanna grow up yet (yet, yet) wanna stay sick in silhouettes (silhouettes, sil-houettes) where the music drowns my head and every bad choice feels romantic (romantic, ro-man-tic) [final chorus] dead girl disco, glitter tears (tears, tears) dancing through my teenage fears (fears, fears) kiss me like a tragedy soft goth love and vanity (vanity, va-vanity) dead girl disco, static dreams (dreams, dreams) nothing’s ever what it seems (seems, seems) broken dolls and black lipstick make sadness look cinematic (cinematic, cin-ema) [outro] spin me slow… don’t go home…