my father used to tease me buried in my sleep he would hear my pleas whispering names in lavender haze i m nervous a nervous system yes your kiss hurts short circuit skirts and weathered veins they don t work the same anymore you re gonna wake up the night you re gonna make things alright alright i find it strange washing my face i miss my lips they they re still stained with taste squeezed in between your two front teeth pale innocence you re gonna wake up the night you re gonna make things alright alright alright alright 