Trophy scars alchemist. alchemists. lyrics

Oh, my god!

Let's do this again

Let's do this again, again, again, again, again!

How come I can't stop kissing you?

I can't stop kissing you

Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man! Oh, man!



And I've got headaches filled with time

Those dizzy numbers, dizzy numbers

Pictures, papers, pencils, razors

Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers

Liz tries to whisper:

"Promise that you won't fall for me."

What's that?

Didn't hear you, too late

Too late, too late, too late

Guess what? I'm drunk



I thought I'd never write a love song again

Then again I guess I'll never again

Well, well... too late

I gotta write about what I don't write about

It's just like me to let me destroy myself

Not fair... well, well



Hey check it out:

I don't got flowers for you

But I got dinner plans

I got my right hand

Hand in hand

And hands with plans

Wine and words, my pens and plants

Come on, kids, and clap your hands

Come on, Liz... just one last dance

Please?



Now,

I let the bed bugs out

I feel the time run out

Wait,

Time out! Time out!

Now,

I guess you're leaving town

Gonna put my face back down

I'm no alchemist, face down



It hurts enough just to say your name

I'm so happy that we met all the same

Black cat's mustache, ambiguous bowls

Last thing we ever wanted was somebody to hold her



We're not to blame

It happened just as soon as you said to your name

"Hi, my name is Liz, I think we should dance

Let's toast to happy endings and giving this a chance"