It feels like 1960 This pool we’re swimming in is empty I’ve got mirrors on my ceiling Sing it to you in your bedroom Fill your head with this lovely, dark, tune And I promise that you'll like it Promise that you'll like it I promise that you'll like it In the darkest of dens Is where we will fit in Don't underestimate my capability To be your favorite sin Do you think about what I think about? Our chemicals mixed with nicotine I'm the cancer in your lungs So just give up and inhale me I'm addicted to the way you smell And the way you make me feel like hell Is a place I wouldn't mind to be If you were there with me And you can have what's left of me I'll do my best to remain in one piece And I promise that you'll like it Promise that you'll like it I promise that you'll like it Darkest of dens Is where we will fit in Don't underestimate my capability To be your favorite sin Do you think about what I think about? Our chemicals mixed with nicotine I'm the cancer in your lungs So just give up