I’ve got the cash if you’ve got the hugs?
It’s been a rough week
It’s been an unproductive month
I swapped contact with reality
For a country house in a bright translucent daydream
Don’t you get bored of them giving you nothing?
I only press pause when you press play in my stomach
Flowerball how can you waltz through my bloodstream and then never call?
You make me shake
Like a waveform
You’re my work of modern art and I want more
I’ll take the punch if you’ll sell the kick?
It’s been a while since we tripped the light fantastic
I wanna hear guitars and cymbals sing
I’m tired of deciphering her senile fax machine
Like a funeral needs an audience
Like a skeptic needs a church
It’s not fun unless it hurts