[Lyric] Haunted House (Dannythestreet)

Staring at the edge of the door
Gasoline pounding in the background
Thinking about you back your place
Talking about how much you hate The Invisibles
And everything else that he made

We smell like Powerade

Not a single piece of candy
Not for you or for me
Chats about cacti
Fan-fiction
Your least favorite people
I remember the first time I saw you
Your hands were tied and you swore you'd never go back

We smell likе Powerade

I'm no murderеr, but I'm scared of haunted houses
And dying alone