hanna varrs - the split lip club Lyrics

If there's a sun, it will come for me
Even if I'm diseased
So it knows
If there's a clique, I'll be part of it
Even if I don't fit
How they know

Suburbian sun, the cut on my tongue
The cars, the pavement, the split seams
Rose-tinted sea and karma caught dreams
The beach, the lace-ups, the groupies

Turn a lover into a fighter
And call it a movie
Turn a hater into a runner
And call it a movie

If there's a sun, it will shine for me
Even if I'm not clean
So it knows
If there's a taste, God, it's bittersweet
And it plays on repeat
How life grows

Suburbian sun, the cut on my tongue
The cars, the pavement, the split seams
Rose-tinted sea and karma caught dreams
The beach, the lace-ups, the groupies

Turn a lover into a fighter
And call it a movie
Turn a hater into a runner
And call it a movie

Oh, they let me go
I wake up to go home
I turn on the news to realise that I'm alone
I listen to dial tones
It's 3am, you're on the phone
This is not what I condone, no, no

We only have split lips from the way we sleep at night
Not the way we fight

Turn a lover into a fighter
And call it a movie
Turn a hater into a runner
And call it a movie