You asked if I was feeling it, I'm psycho high
Know you won't remember in the morning when I speak my minds
Lights are on and they've gone home but who am I?
Oh how fast the evening passes, cleaning up the champagne glasses
We told you this was melodrama
Oh how fast the evening passes, cleaning up the champagne glasses
Our only wish is melodrama
Oh how fast the evening passes, cleaning up the champagne glasses
And the terror, and the horror, when we wonder why we bother
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
And the terror, and the horror, gotta wonder why we bother
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
All the glamour, and the trauma, and the fucking melodrama
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
All the gunfights, and the limelights, and the hope we stick divine nights
Whoa-oh
They'll talk about us, all the lovers, how we kissed and killed each other
Whoa-oh
They'll talk about us, and discover, how we kissed and killed each other
Whoa-oh
We told you this was melodrama
You wanted something that we offered
We told you this was melodrama
You wanted something that we offered
We told you this was melodrama
You wanted something that we offered
We told you this was melodrama
You wanted something that we offered
We told you this was melodrama
We told you this was melodrama
We told you this was melodrama
We told you this was melodrama
We told you this was melodrama
We told you this was melodrama