The Grind

I was living in color
HD, flat screen, recline
Covered in leather
But the picture got dimmer
This year I could swear
The water tasted way worse
And I feel sick
The water tasted way worse
I was living all over
Point at a place on a map
I was down to go there
But if I’m being honest
I could feel the paper
Dulling up that shine
I could hear the friction
I could feel the grind
'Cause we’re falling out of love
Love, love
We’re falling out of love
Love, ooh, love
You were sporting some leather
Over meat is murder
It doesn’t get better, no
Irony like that is reserved for the TV
For the TV, are you on the TV? No
So take that shit away from me
You’re hung over
You’re up all night, no light
Is this your infinite summer?
Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment
Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it’s time
That we give this shit up
'Cause we’re falling out of love
Love, love
We’re falling out of love
Love, love
'Cause we’re falling out of love
Love, love
We’re falling out of love
Love, love