Song Length |
3:20 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Psychedelic |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Sunlight hits me, take a drag
And kiss this Monday on the lips
Spend it in a plastic bag
Ah, after all I earned my tips
A party with my memories
I'll host it like a Scottish queen
Snorting possibilities
Just a short ends to mean
I'll hide from you and hope you die
My handkerchief is fucking dry
Kept safe for when I depart
For losing me will break my heart
When you show what will you find?
Laughter at your very sight
Of all the fears that ail my mind
I think I fear your love tonight
Cuz your love is harder than knuckles
You won't reach me
I am way up
So you're a temp and I'm a fling
This will be our seventh fall
An accident like everything
Everything that I recall
And recollection flees from me
I think I was how I will be
Lost in sighs of after all
I have no cash to feed my doll
Or is it an actual living baby?
I just hope you're in time for dinner