作词 : John Nash/Keith Thompson/Tyler Spencer 作曲 : John Nash/Keith Thompson/Tyler Spencer Ours is not a sweet love Ours is not a flame that burns like heaven so nice Don't look in my eyes or I tell you twice It's really complicated Ours is not a sweet goodbye Ours is not a fear that melts like honey and ice So use your heart like a homing device And tell it to me later Suddenly there's no there there And you're throwin' me another blank stare 'Cause we use the same products for our hair For our hair Ours is not a sweet lullabye Ours is not a dream that falls on innocent eyes Consider mulling over my sage advice And get a new computer Ours is not a home sweet home Ours is not a street that leads to paradise So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice I really should be going Suddenly neither one of us cares that The rules are so unfair 'Cause we use the same products for our hair For our hair Ours is not a golden age Ours is not a time that will be remembered as wise So hang your heads and watch as it dies And lose my phone number 'Cause we are made of passing dreams We are here to entertain a sick diety To procreate with a demon seed But I swear it gets better Suddenly the man upstairs comes down to get some air And we hope he likes what we've done to our hair To our hair One two three four one two three four One two three four one two three four One two three four one two three four One two three four one two three four
作词 : John Nash/Keith Thompson/Tyler Spencer 作曲 : John Nash/Keith Thompson/Tyler Spencer Ours is not a sweet love Ours is not a flame that burns like heaven so nice Don't look in my eyes or I tell you twice It's really complicated Ours is not a sweet goodbye Ours is not a fear that melts like honey and ice So use your heart like a homing device And tell it to me later Suddenly there's no there there And you're throwin' me another blank stare 'Cause we use the same products for our hair For our hair Ours is not a sweet lullabye Ours is not a dream that falls on innocent eyes Consider mulling over my sage advice And get a new computer Ours is not a home sweet home Ours is not a street that leads to paradise So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice I really should be going Suddenly neither one of us cares that The rules are so unfair 'Cause we use the same products for our hair For our hair Ours is not a golden age Ours is not a time that will be remembered as wise So hang your heads and watch as it dies And lose my phone number 'Cause we are made of passing dreams We are here to entertain a sick diety To procreate with a demon seed But I swear it gets better Suddenly the man upstairs comes down to get some air And we hope he likes what we've done to our hair To our hair One two three four one two three four One two three four one two three four One two three four one two three four One two three four one two three four
