Floods - Badtimes lyrics

Lost the air in our lungs to a smoke filled room Now hotel lobbies and these songs remind me of you make your dark bleed black While you’re gripping at my waistline Act like we don’t know while we whitewash the last time You crack like ice but you’re never cold you stole my sight now I’m seeing gold never getting old Twisting my lips when it hits Is it as good as it gets? Oh I’m tripping on the badtimes with you I like the way you let me hold you down Words stuck inside my head they feel like hell oh you still don’t know me but I can’t lonely stuck in the palm of your hand Oh I’m tripping on the badtimes with you