Witheout (feat. Little Triste)

It's been 24 hours since the fire died
We're all over the place, lipstick on your face, and I'm losing my mind
(Okay)

Everything is pink and gold and blue and white
And for the first time all year, I'm feeling all right
Let's take a bottle to the middle of the city and bathe in the lights
Till we get drunk on the last train, going anywhere as long as it's far away

Do you get tired of being God's favorite angel, baby? (God's favorite angel)
'Cause I don't get tired of you being mine
Do you get tired of your body being up this high?
'Cause if we fall back down, you can always land in mine

Swinging through the cherry booths of the diner next to the motel
It's been a fucked up year, and baby we both look like hell
Let's both whiteout, and spend the night outside
And if we try hard enough, maybe we can even find my mind

You look so heavenly, my dear
With your bright white eyes and your broken wings out here
I've never seen you so happy as you are right now
So if we're gone for good, we don't have to come back down