It’ll hit him the face

Rotating rotations

Girls he brings round to his place

He’s up until seven

Working nine to five

And he can’t help but complain

About the shit that’s on his mind

(Shit that’s on his mind)

Cold to touch

I see you choking in the red light

Hollow heart

You get me drunk on weeknights

I never stop

Buying into white lies

Laying down in grave sites

Falling for the dead types

I’m falling for the dead types (Types)

Yeah

I’m falling for the dead types (Types)

Six foot distance maybe now you’ll miss this

Tonight you’ve finally met your match

Loading up my car with these silk sheets

I’m un-attached

It’s far too easy, we all know accidents happen

(Accidents happen, accidents happen)

Cold to touch

I see you choking in the red light

Hollow heart

You get me drunk on weeknights

I never stop

Buying into white lies

Laying down in grave sites

Falling for the dead types

I’m falling for the dead types (Types)

Yeah

I’m falling for the dead types (Types)

Six foot distance maybe now you’ll miss this