sing along w/ these lyrics

She was the kinda girl who would call you up
Leave you hanging, I've had enough
But when I think I hate it
Yeah but I still taste it

She was the kinda girl who would kiss your friends
Say it never happened, let's try again
When I think I hate it
Yeah but I still taste it

And I'll taste it...again
And again, and again, and again

She was stoned when I got home
Said she used to smoke with Post Malone
He's such a nice guy
And you'd get along

She'd snap a pic, send to her ex
Said "I hate this town but I like the sex"
And you're such a nice guy
And I can't just leave you behind

But when you did
It was all ok
'Cause you never said it was more than that
And I can't complain

Yeah I can't complain
Yeah I can't complain
I still like the taste
Of disappointment

I got you up against your hand-me-down sedan
And it's 4AM and I can't let go of you
When I have you
When you're in the mood to love me

I said "I'm not quite in the state to fuck"
But I guess it didn't really mean that much
We did it anyways
Cause I always always fucking cave

I can't complain, yeah I can't complain
I can't complain, yeah I can't complain
Yeah I can't complain
Signed up for it anyway
I can't complain, yeah I can't complain

But I saw you in my sweater the other day

Can't Complain!

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]:
Would you know my name
If you took my arm tonight?
Chandelier, running game
Reflecting blinding lights
Well and coke, lit a smoke
Till my lungs are choked, I'll pay
But it burns so much better
At the ends so I won't wait

[Verse 2]:
I got the one room with a terrace
I was hoping we'd wear it out
Like a freshman dorm
Got a black dress
Hair curled at the edges
Like sophistication I won't deserve
Cause guys with my net worth
Don't just kiss you on the cheek
With your hands on the table
You just look at me

[Break]:
Don't you look at me, look at me
Don't you pull your hair like that

[Verse 3]:
Would you call me a liar
If I said I loved you
The moment our eyes met?
When you pulled up a chair
With your little black crossbody
Arms length, shoulders bare
No, I don't care
If I'm only your next bed
No, I won't stare
But it's like I'm on the thread
Wound out and hanging
Like the hem above your knees

[Outro]:
If I could make you part of me
Would it have to be so cheap?
If I could make you part of me
Would it have to be so cheap?
If I could make you part of me
Would it have to be so cheap?
If I could make you part of me

Cosmopolitan

CAN'T COMPLAIN! OUT NOW ON ALL STREAMERS!

Crown Violet is the solo project of Dave Rambo.  Dave is a "cusper" caught between generations and star signs, so he's generally confused about how to live his life and writes songs about that. At thirteen, he picked up guitar to impress the older emo girl at his homeschool co-op, but ended up liking the guitar more than the girl.   Since then, like most confused people, he's moved to Los Angeles, where you might find him looking up at the hills on Hyperion.  "Crown Violet" references the purple sunsets of his small-town Texas roots...and his favorite dive bar back home.  Aimlessly driving those big-sky sunsets in his '99 Ford Explorer, with a giveaway Merge Records mixtape and "Transatlanticism" on repeat in the 6-disc CD-changer, are the memories that come rushing back with "Crown Violet."  Kick back, crack open a cold snack, and join the Hyperion Social Club.

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