Sober

Album: Melodrama (2017)
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  • Night, midnight
    Lose my mind
    Night, midnight
    Lose my mind
    Night, midnight
    Lose my mind
    Night, midnight

    Oh god, I'm clean out of air in my lungs
    It's all gone
    Played it so nonchalant
    It's time we danced with the truth
    Move along with the truth
    Ooh (hey)
    We're sleeping through all the days
    I'm acting like I don't see
    Every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me

    But my hips have missed your hips
    So let's get to know the kicks
    Will you sway with me?
    Go astray with me? (aha)

    King and Queen of the weekend
    Ain't a pill that could touch our rush
    But what will we do when we're sober?
    Ah, when you dream with the fever
    Bet you wish you could touch our rush
    But what will we do when we're sober?
    These are the games of the weekend
    We pretend that we just don't care
    But we care (but what will we do when we're sober?)
    Ah, when you dream with the fever
    Bet you wish you could touch our rush
    But what will we do when we're sober?

    Oh God, I'm closing my teeth
    Around this liquor-wet lime
    Night, lose my mind
    I know you're feeling it too
    Can we keep up with the ruse?
    Ah ah (hey)
    B-bodies all through my house
    I know this story by heart
    Jack and Jill got fucked up and possessive
    When they get dark

    But my hips have missed your hips
    So let's get to know the kicks
    Will you sway with me?
    Go astray with me? (aha)

    King and Queen of the weekend
    Ain't a pill that could touch our rush
    But what will we do when we're sober?
    Ah, when you dream with the fever
    Bet you wish you could touch our rush
    But what will we do when we're sober?
    These are the games of the weekend
    We pretend that we just don't care
    But we care (but what will we do when we're sober?)
    Ah, when you dream with the fever
    Bet you wish you could touch our rush
    But what will we do when we're sober?

    Midnight, we're fading
    'Til daylight, we're jaded
    We know that it's over
    In the morning, you'll be dancing with all the heartache
    And the treason, the fantasies of leaving
    But we know that, when it's over
    In the morning, you'll be dancing with us
    Oh, dancing with us
    Oh, (but what will we do when we're sober?) you'll be dancing with us
    (Can you feel it, can you, can you feel it)
    Dancing with us, us
    But what will we do when we're sober? Us

    When you get to my high (midnight, lose my mind)
    When you get to my (midnight, lose my mind) Writer/s: Ella Marija Lani Yelich O'Connor, Jack Antonoff
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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