Tonight was supposed to be my night, suppose it could have been yours too. Now we’re drunk and alone so confused in your room. Could you tear me off like a temporary tattoo?
You were dancing on the front lawn wearing a t shirt with the flowers printed on. I swear I never got your thank you card but I pretend it got lost in the mail. I wanna know your idiosyncrasies like the back of my hand. You went inside with your best friends and I kinda want to follow you. I just want to be your muse but I don’t think you’ll be amused
Until you chase down my car I want a cheap cash bar, dark booze and your tacky temporary tattoos. They nevеr really covered up your scars. I nеver really wanted any part of this but it’s getting late and I’m so irate. In your bed I will sleep just don’t expect me to dream of your font lawn
It’s just not my scene anymore, we climbed into the Uber and you locked the door. You’re sitting up front you don’t wan’t to make out with me in the back. Don’t want a Luke-warm natty lite. I miss Scott’s house Friday nights, writing dumb songs about Sarah and how much I’d hate myself if she tore me off like a temporary tattoo, I am your temporary tattoo. I'll grab another beer
I wanna know my idiosyncrasies like the back of my hand. You went inside with your best friends but I don’t want to follow you. I’ll never be your muse, you just want my body to use
You were dancing on the front lawn wearing a t shirt with the flowers printed on. I swear I never got your thank you card but I pretend it got lost in the mail. I wanna know your idiosyncrasies like the back of my hand. You went inside with your best friends and I kinda want to follow you. I just want to be your muse but I don’t think you’ll be amused
Until you chase down my car I want a cheap cash bar, dark booze and your tacky temporary tattoos. They nevеr really covered up your scars. I nеver really wanted any part of this but it’s getting late and I’m so irate. In your bed I will sleep just don’t expect me to dream of your font lawn
It’s just not my scene anymore, we climbed into the Uber and you locked the door. You’re sitting up front you don’t wan’t to make out with me in the back. Don’t want a Luke-warm natty lite. I miss Scott’s house Friday nights, writing dumb songs about Sarah and how much I’d hate myself if she tore me off like a temporary tattoo, I am your temporary tattoo. I'll grab another beer
I wanna know my idiosyncrasies like the back of my hand. You went inside with your best friends but I don’t want to follow you. I’ll never be your muse, you just want my body to use
( Palette Knife )
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