Tinder Gothic Lyrics

I. I'm looking to die

So if you're a hitman or something

That'd be great

I. I'm looking to die

So if you're a hitman or something

That'd be great

(Yeah that'd be fucking great)

I. I'm looking to die

So if you've got the license or desire to kill

Must be fate

I. I'm looking to die

So if you're a hitman, hit me up,

Take me out

Check your reflection in the window pane

Make sure you look like someone looking to be saved

I'm so tired, sick of searching

And I'm burning with the urge to be

Free from this disturbing, vicious yearning

To be something I can't be

I. I'm looking to cry

Drain me, dried and shriveled

And drinking drought

I. I'm looking to fry

Fry my brain, thighs, bleach my eyes,

Short on out

Check your reflection in the window pane

Make sure you look like someone looking to be saved

I'm so tired, sick of searching

And I'm burning with the urge to be

Free from this disturbing, vicious yearning

To be something I can't be

I. I'm looking to fly

Let's see the circus, steal their canon,

Light my fuse

I. I'm looking to fly

Let's get a parachute and a running start

Hold on tight

Check your reflection in the window pane

Make sure you look like someone looking to be saved

Are you tired, sick of searching

Do you burn, will you surge to be

Free from ere returning

To the place we used to bleed?

Are you naked? Are you faceless?

An amorphous blob of sheen?

When did it start? Where will it end?

And can you hold my hand in between?

And can you see me?