Hour Disease

[Verse]
You are a pattern of emotional lip gloss
The lips slide off a laugh, but I can’t see them parting
The idea is anything your creators do
Gray skies never clear up, and people don’t come clean
Tastes like chalk, you are cleaning out your exploits
It’s dripping on our lips, it tastes familiar
Had you forgot I remembered for a while?
And I'm the one to know, I thought I’d tell you

[Chorus]
That this time is not like the last one I think
Hour disease
We never tasted anything just so sweet
Hour diseasе
I’ll sleep it off, while someone еlse sings you to sleep
Hour disease
We never tasted anything this sweet
Oh, hour disease