Connie Constance - Mood Hoover Lyrics

You're just a mood hoover
Sucking the life out of my soul again
And I think I'm a professional scuba
Tryna survive underwater but all I'm saying
You're not good for the world
But you're good for me, nah, I'm just playing
We're fucking awesome, but no one can see

And I might bring flowers in the rain for you
Act like the world is my stage for you
Thank God and get down and pray for you

For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love

And I might bring flowers in the rain for you
Act like this world is my stage for you
Find God and get down and pray for you

You're not an easy peeler
You're a stubborn stone at the bottom of my shoe
But I'm not that soft either
It takes a heavy truck to move you
But all I want
Is at the end of the world to be sat next to you
And all I know
Is we're fucking awesome and they'll see it soon

And I might bring flowers in the rain for you
Fill up a bath of champagne for you
Draw our initials in cocaine for you

For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love

For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love

I don't see how we're gonna come back togeth-