| Don’t think I’ve been this nervous with a cold drink
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| In my two hands, saying no thanks
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| Like any way it goes cause I know things
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| They shouldn’t have told me
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| Now I’m thinking what for
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| Hanging by a sentence at the drug store
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| Barely even steady out the front door
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| Hate my own shit, but I love yours
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| Fuck I really love yours
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| 7 in the afternoon, half asleep, count the cars
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| All I think about is you constantly, that’s the hard part
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| Static on the line, I hear it all the time
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| But I’m quiet when you make me fade
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| Feel it coming back, watch it turn to black
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| But I’m brighter when you make me fade
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| You make me fade, you make me fade
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| You make me brighter when you make me fade
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| Tangled, found myself waking in the same clothes
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| Shaking from my temple to my ankles
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| Sunny but I need another raincoat
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| Waiting by a payphone
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| Finally I coughed up some awful information that I thought up
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| Well they think I’ve been messing with the wrong stuff
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| Nah I’ve been messing with the right shit
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| Yeah I fucking like it |