I’m in trouble, but a different kind
Kind that won’t let me sleep another night
Till I give you what you want, give you what you want
Like it’s [?]
Let the dress slide off your shoulder
This kind of game don’t ever get old
You be the cat, I’m the fish in a bowl
Yeah, too many times
I tried, but can’t get you off my mind
I get lost in what’s under your fabric
Take it all off till you monochromatic
These three words hiding under your mattress
Take it all off till you monochromatic
I get lost in what’s under your fabric
Take it all off till you monochromatic
These three words hiding under your mattress
Take it all off till you monochromatic
I like the way you bend the length
Burning into the sheets and in my eyes
Just let me give you what you want, I know what you want
[?] a bottle
Turn a cold, cold heart to a bottle
This kind of game don’t ever get old
You be the cat, I’m the fish in a bowl
Yeah, too many times
I tried, but can’t get you off my mind
I get lost in what’s under your fabric
Take it all off till you monochromatic
These three words hiding under your mattress
Take it all off till you monochromatic
I get lost in what’s under your fabric
Take it all off till you monochromatic
These three words hiding under your mattress
Take it all off till you monochromatic
I get lost in what’s under your fabric
Take it all off till you monochromatic
These three words hiding under your mattress
Take it all off till you monochromatic
I get lost in what’s under your fabric
Take it all off till you monochromatic (Oh)
These three words hiding under your mattress
Take it all off till you monochromatic
Other lyrics by Niall Horan:
Better Man
Now I’m in my head Muddy waters I’m not fond of Your body in my bed There’s no other, but I wonder How many times that you never said? How many smiles …
Boys Are Fun
She got a lease on a new apartment Her favourite bar right across the street Just got a dog and a job promotion Don’t need nobody else to make her happy I know …
Die If I Don’t
Just knowin’ you’re there In the same city, same air Does somethin’ funny to a man Those faint, shy feelings that I just can’t understand How am I …
Dinner Party
Picking up boxes with our teeth Playing games we’ve never played before I was loud as hell, you were so discreet So typical of me for sure Knives, forks And things …
End of an Era
We had it, pure magic Remembering what it was like Time passes so fast that I couldn’t tell you goodbye Two strings crying ‘bout coming undone Shadows …