Host Family - Two Months, Next Year Lyrics

Sleep, past the alarm
And me, still late to fate
Discrete, a secret swan,
Sticky Gold, but still to wait
I wish you gave to me
Something borrowed, something blue
Your deal, twenty one
Still don't fold, a spark combusts
Caesar's appeal, expensive fun
Ripped by mold, et tu, mon dieu?
I see, the recall is never real,
It fades into, something new
The price, one ninety nine
Taunts by just one small touch
It's a vice, the forgotten fruit
Coming down, twisted vine, wine dilute
I wish you gave to me
Something borrowed, something blue
A beet, an immortal complaint
Sweet and bold, but still smells so quaint
Head on the wall, My visions elate
Trickle down, it all gets faint