High Fantasy Testo

candy says stop writing songs about me
i'm not to be taken literally
i don't need anyone seeing my laundry
written into a song

you sit in judgment
analyze my skin
point out all of my imperfections
you romanticize the saints
and you fetishize familiar oh, what a judas you've become

silent as porcelain
want to spread out without spreading
that girl over there looks like she has a couple hours to kill

you sit in judgment
analyze my skin
point out all of my imperfections
you romanticize the saints
and you fetishize familiar
oh, what a judas you've become

you were right
i was wrong
i didn't mean to turn your pain into a song

i wanna embrace
whatever you changed
i love your face however it's arranged

oh, alexis
oh, alexis
oh, alexis
oh, alexis