Portra 400 - Arlo Parks

Lyrics by：Anais Marinho

Composed by：Paul Epworth/Anais Marinho

Making rainbows out of something painful

Getting fried is how I'm dodging gravestones

Spiraling in bathrooms tiles on cheek

Telling me the d**gs will only make me weak

Don't you think I know that

Don't you think I know that

Keeping bits of moonstone next to me

Tried to shave your stubble but you gashed your cheek

Won't you stay away

Won't you stay away from me

With you I'm always making rainbows out of something painful

Getting fried is how I'm dodging gravestones

You look like me when you lie

Boiled blood star shifts in the window of my eye

You put warm salt to the stitch

And I suffer for the sky that you shook nine times

You smell like burnt hibiscus

I still feel blessed even when we're b***hing

You stole my spine for a minute

So I cut my hair just to make you smile

Making rainbows out of something painful

Getting fried is how I'm dodging gravestones

Making rainbows out of something painful

Getting fried is how I'm dodging gravestones