Stranger Morning Glam

(hahaha) Who is this sleeping in my bed tonight?

I turn around, the morning sun is way too bright

There is a stranger where my pillows used to fold

A sudden panic, but it's gorgeous to

behold

My memory is hazy like a summer cloud We danced to synth-pop

while the music was too loud But now I wake up and

I'm looking for my shoes Oh what a glorious,

dramatic thing to lose (ooh-la-la)

Oh, thank the heavens for the company

A little prayer for

this sweet anomaly (hallelujah)

Oh, look at us now in our majesty

Is it true love

or just conspiracy?

I creep past floorboards,

trying not to make a sound

My keys are missing,

but my dignity is found

I think they're smiling,

or they're plotting out my doom

An art-pop tragedy inside a rented room (ahhhh)

Oh, thank the heavens for the company

A little prayer for

this sweet anomaly (hallelujah)

Oh, look at us now in our majesty

Is it true love

or just conspiracy?

Oh, what a morning

(hahaha) My sweet

anomaly