Tarmac

I wanna feel like this forever
In my own little world, I feel better than ever
I don't wanna leave
Is there nothing that I could tell you
To make you wanna leave?
Residence in my cranium
Washed down with something sweet

(Mm, ah-ah)

Sweet like tarmac, I'd eat that
Get your fingers out of my mouth
I like bad things I can't have
Tell me that it isn't over (ah!)

Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back down
Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back

Started building up this red feeling in my gut
It reminds me of the dread of the morning but

I won't feel like this forever
I'll lay down with my girl, 'til I crash from the sugar
Roadkill, tarmac, rescue me

Sweet like tarmac, I'd eat that
Get your fingers out of my mouth
I like bad things, I can't have
Tell me I can't have it, I want it more now
S-salivate and I hate that I love the taste but can't spit it out
I like bad things I can't have
Tell me that it isn't over
Tell me that it isn't over

Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back down
Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back

Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back down
Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back
Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back down
Whatever comes up in my head, it must go back