We're watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter When you lie in between my legs, it doesn't matter
And I hate to make this all about me But who am I supposed to talk to?
But like the dollar in your pocket, it's been spent and traded in You can't change where it's been
Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen
That night, you were talkin' false prophets and profits They make in the margins of poetry sonnets
And my cheeks are growing tired From turning red and faking smiles
Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand
Now they're screaming at the palace front gates, used to chant my name Now they're screaming that they hate me
Little did you know Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested
But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet Now I'm all for you like Janet
Snow On The Beach
You All Over Me
No Body, No Crime
Castles Crumbling
Nothing New
us
Florida!!!
Soon You'll Get Better
Gasoline
Breathe