​pluto is not a planet

Monsters on the floor
But it's fine to crack the door
With every word I lose you
Can't trust them anymore

Girls have had it worse
Leave chills across my spine
("You still making your song?")
("Yeah.")
Your touch is lost in memory
Your words I am deprived

Mmm
Mmm
Mmm

Should apologize again
For the marker on your skin
Analogies are floating
And a metaphor's a sin

Ahh ooh
Ahh

("In my song, I'm gonna have like-
A little bit of like talking in the background.")