Petter
TOUCHÉ
[verse one]

If I say that I look good without clothes will you’ll believe it?
‘Cause I know you might be searching for every inch of me on the internet
It must be some kind of irony of destiny that I’m the one who’s been there for weeks
When your words are true but my emotions are raw enough to make a war about it

[pre-Chorus]

I’m not a movie star, not even the only one on your backyard
But babe you should take me as some sort of advantage
‘Cause I know all of poems from Edgar, and my lines aren’t that hard
You just should read mе like I was some playful magazine

[Chorus]

So was a touché whеn my hands found your hair
Then was a final match when I had your brown eyes behind your glasses
I sleep with your voice in my head
I sigh when remember of your lips on my neck
And now all the time I wanna play with your flames (this should must be wrong)
But all I do is not enough, when your fingers know how to makes me beg you more
Then I struck the match when I smell your perfume like nasty trails to your bed
‘Cause was a touché when I got lost on your chest

[verse two]
And mentally I want you to say something like “i love you” every night before asleep
‘Cause these are the time I find something to get obsessed with
You talk about parties that I wasn’t necessarily properly immersed
But then I change my plans just to try to make your attempts of cheap games include me

[pre-Chorus]

Oh now I’m just going crazy, dressed up like a vintage outsider
Standing in the front of your house spying your steps through the stairs
Should I pull the trigger of the facts in your house of cards?
Or I’m too late ‘cause I forgot what I should say when saw your pretty fucking face?… shhh

[Chorus]

So was a touché when my hands found your hair
Then was a final match when I had your brown eyes behind your glasses
I sleep with your voice in my head
I sigh when remember of your lips on my neck
And now all the time I wanna play with your flames (this should must be wrong)
But all I do is not enough, when your fingers know how to makes me beg you more
Then I struck the match when I smell your perfume like nasty trails to your bed
‘Cause was a touché when I got lost on your tests

[bridge]

So we’ll stay as friends?
We’ll fuck till we became boyfriends?
Don’t think I’m being rude when some freak misunderstood joke line comes out of my poisoned mouth
So we’ll go out next Friday?
We’ll hold the air in our lungs on the cinema’s rows?
Don’t think I’m not nasty enough
All I wanna know is how to get over your bones
[Chorus]

But damn was a touché when my hands found your hair
Then was a final match when I had your brown eyes behind your glasses
I sleep with your voice in my head
I sigh when remember of your lips on my neck
And now all the time I wanna play with your flames (this should must be wrong)
But all I do is not enough, when your fingers know how to makes me beg you more
Then I struck the match when I smell your perfume like nasty trails to your bed
‘Cause was a touché when I got lost on your tests