Peccadillo

White lights, red lights
Spies accumulating
I struggle to keep it on the down low
Present, past
Disaster in the making
Like waking on the top of Kilimanjaro

She's a pressure cooker
She's gonna blow
It's nothing that I can't handle, though

Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo, oh
Oh!

Red lights, headlights
Fueling our affliction
Well, I can stop anytime I want
Vice, the spice of life
Our gilded prison
Enveloped in my eternal haunt

Millions came before me
I'm not the only one
The spirits that implore me got to get in on the fun

Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo, oh
Oh!

Whispers on the pillow
My new peccadillo, oh
Scream into her pillow
My new peccadillo, oh, oh