fuck you
Think I'm goin' for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
Don't want nobody to follow me
Except maybe you
I could make you happy
If you weren't already
I could do alot of things
And I do
To tell you the truth
I prefer the worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She's not really my type
But I think you two are forever
I hate to say it
But you're perfect together
So fuck you
And your untouchable face
Fuck you
For existing in the first place
Who am I?
That I should be vying for your touch
Who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
2:30 in the morning
My gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon
Rubbing elbows with the moon
Safe haven of the sleepless
Where the deep fryer's always on
Radio's counting down
The top 20 country songs
Out on the porch, the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
You know I don't look forward
To seeing you again
You look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far, far away
I won't know what to do
I won't know what to say
Except...
Fuck you
And your untouchable face
Fuck you
For existing in the first place
Who am I
That I should be vying for your touch?
Said who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
I see you and I'm so perplexed
What was I thinking?
What will I think of next?
Where can I hide?
In the back room
There's a lamp that hangs over the pool table
When the fan's on it swings
Gently from side to side
There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see Orion and say nothing
The only thing that I can think of saying is...
Fuck you
And your untouchable face
So fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch?
Said who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
Said who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
Said who am I?
Somebody just tell me that much
Said who am I?
Somebody just tell me that much...
I feel a little unsteady
Don't want nobody to follow me
Except maybe you
I could make you happy
If you weren't already
I could do alot of things
And I do
To tell you the truth
I prefer the worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She's not really my type
But I think you two are forever
I hate to say it
But you're perfect together
So fuck you
And your untouchable face
Fuck you
For existing in the first place
Who am I?
That I should be vying for your touch
Who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
2:30 in the morning
My gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the horizon
Rubbing elbows with the moon
Safe haven of the sleepless
Where the deep fryer's always on
Radio's counting down
The top 20 country songs
Out on the porch, the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
You know I don't look forward
To seeing you again
You look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far, far away
I won't know what to do
I won't know what to say
Except...
Fuck you
And your untouchable face
Fuck you
For existing in the first place
Who am I
That I should be vying for your touch?
Said who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
I see you and I'm so perplexed
What was I thinking?
What will I think of next?
Where can I hide?
In the back room
There's a lamp that hangs over the pool table
When the fan's on it swings
Gently from side to side
There's a changing constellation of balls as we are playing
I see Orion and say nothing
The only thing that I can think of saying is...
Fuck you
And your untouchable face
So fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch?
Said who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
Said who am I?
I bet you can't even tell me that much
Said who am I?
Somebody just tell me that much
Said who am I?
Somebody just tell me that much...
posted by Brie at 11:05 AM
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