Paper Bird - That's How It Works II lyrics

I think you already broke my cheekbone
So why get me drunk to pretend
I need help with something
You just keep holding my arm
You know I always walk red
Lights when I ain't sober
To run from the phobia, run from my phobia
And you don't know I put on that dress
Because someone said it makes me look younger
And I don't know I put on that lipstick
'Cause it makes me look older
Just because I don't know what
You're into these days
There's affection in so many
Ways, so many ways, dear

And I was hoping if they wouldn't
Let me into the bar
You'd let me into your flat
There's no dress-code and no
Age restriction for that
So I like the white sofa
But in my drunken rush
I gotta be careful with the wine
And the body fluids and such
And oh, I like the kitchen
Needs a womanly touch
And I like the way you try
To make me laugh by
Trying to tell me stories
I've already heard of
And I bend over, I bend over, I bend over
I bend over, and I cough

And I'm under the sheets in a minute or two
I'm gonna fall asleep next to you
And in the morning I'm not
Gonna know where I am
But, I'll see your face
And pretend it's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
It's the good old days again
It's the good old days again