
Smells Like an Accident by AioniQ
Verse 1 (The Hook) Tastes like a Valentine on a tongue that's fast and sleek Got that something that I crave, the reason I can’t sleep. He whispers, "You're the only one"—yeah, but the music sounds too fine He could be pouring poison in that sweet, cheap wine. Pre-Chorus (The Doubt) He's so sweet, like chocolate candy hearts melting in the heat And I'm sittin' here alone, tryin' to stay on my own two feet. Chorus (The Addiction/The Earworm) Oh, the sugar is a drug, and I need a second hit Says he's in love with me—maybe just a little bit. Gotta have that flavor, even if the truth is bent Tastes like a Valentine, but smells like an accident. Verse 2 (The Obsession) Thinkin' 'bout him every night, I can’t get him out of my head I want to make him mine, but there's a danger in what he said. He moves too smooth across the floor, he smiles a little too wide There's a lock on his story, and a key he tries to hide. I know those sugar walls are gonna start to crack and fall But I'd rather stand inside them than not know his touch at all. Don't care if the words are fake, I just need to hear them sound Until the day that bitter truth finally hits the ground. Verse 1 (The Hook) Tastes like a Valentine on a tongue that's fast and sleek Got that something that I crave, the reason I can’t sleep. He whispers, "You're the only one"—yeah, but the music sounds too fine He could be pouring poison in that sweet, cheap wine. Pre-Chorus (The Doubt) He's so sweet, like chocolate candy hearts melting in the heat And I'm sittin' here alone, tryin' to stay on my own two feet. Chorus (The Addiction/The Earworm) Oh, the sugar is a drug, and I need a second hit Says he's in love with me—maybe just a little bit. Gotta have that flavor, even if the truth is bent Tastes like a Valentine, but smells like an accident. Verse 2 (The Obsession) Thinkin' 'bout him every night, I can’t get him out of my head I want to make him mine, but there's a danger in what he said. He moves too smooth across the floor, he smiles a little too wide There's a lock on his story, and a key he tries to hide. Bridge (The Confrontation) I know those sugar walls are gonna start to crack and fall But I'd rather stand inside them than not know his touch at all. Don't care if the words are fake, I just need to hear them sound Until the day that bitter truth finally hits the ground.

