[Lyric] Tape Deck (Whitehall)

We caught up at a stoplight
‘Cause we’re brittle in the sunlight
I’m outweighed by my own body
My mind is heavy thinking of yours

This year is gonna carve me out
A pastel yellow hole
Try to fill it back in with chipped teeth
Still stained wine red

My throat like a tape deck
Rewinding your name
It sounds a little fucked up
'Cause it’s playing in reverse

Skin tones in the lamplight
Mixed up behind my eyes
Spit love at me through chipped teeth
Lie if you don’t mind

My throat like a tape dеck
Rewinding your name
It sounds a little fuckеd up
Cause it’s playing in reverse
My throat like a tape deck
Rewinding your name
It sounds a little fucked up
Cause it’s playing in reverse