I’m in the other car
Riding impatiently in the back seat
You’re in the turtle-top caravan
Somewhere in this traffic jam
I know I hurt your feelings
And I can’t find you, navigating
We’ll never share our private skin
But I can’t imagine never sharing our songs again
We’ll be to Dekalb soon
And I’ll let you know how much I love you
I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum
How you’re the cookie and I’m your crumb
I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum
How you’re the cookie and I’m your crumb
I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum
How you’re the cookie and I’m your crumb
I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum
How you’re the cookie and I’m your crumb
1 | Bee Spit |
2 | Trivial Greek Mythology |
3 | Mechanical |
4 | The Origamists |
5 | Rough Draft |
6 | Christine Perfect |
7 | Piranha |
8 | The Cross and the Crusade |
9 | Pants |
10 | The Conflict of Toulouse |