Lyrics of 'Perfume' by Pablo Brooks

You throw your football with the same precision
That you use to make them fall in love with you
Got a lover's disposition, I've no decision
But to paint out every scene
Of what's the truth

Gave you my favorite linen shirt
I thought maybe you could feel how much it hurts

If only you could see me here
My heart is in my hands, it's clear
Now you're doing fine without me
My shirt is on your floor
And it smells of her perfume

Spent half a year on my back
Deconstructing every word
You said to me
Thought maybe I could find
Some warmth in all the cold stares
That you knowingly gave mе

You look so good in my linen shirt
There's nothing I could do to makе this work

If only you could see me here
My heart is in my hands, it's clear
Now you're doing fine without me
My shirt is on your bedroom floor
And it smells of her perfume

I spill the truth, you run away
Look for a lover that is safe
You fall in her arms, give her your heart
God I wish that it was me
I look for pieces of your body
In some stranger's cold apartment
I don't think you'll ever see
That God I wish that it was me

You throw your football with the same precision
That you use to make them fall in love with you