Aerobed
Loves truck stop
Bum fuck Georgia
Singing whisper of my piss on porcelain
Heard you moved back something all night
Your heart was broken from endocarditis
Pull me in
Don't think of who you're yearning
Let you in then, but not now
You got sick
I tried but couldn't give a shit
Never said it out load
Your stay ain't over
Blow up the aerobed
You sleep more here than in your own apartment
Friendship this intense is frightening
You go in the bathroom and come out a different person
Don't blow me in
Don't think of who you're yearning
Let you in then, but not now
You got sick
I tried but couldn't give a shit
I never said it out loud
Talk of vandal
Find some short stay
Snowflakes flying by like stars and pyro sticks
Think you will make sure
I was so sure
Destructions for all the people that I fucked over
Think we've met
Could've sworn it
But we forget
What's it really for
Look at the end
Don't think of who you're yearning
We'll do it then, but not now
Could've sworn it
Look up outside
(I'm sorry for this shit)
Never said it out load
What's it really for
But now it's the last since back then
Since he was strange but kind
Why did you have to come out of your life
She is getting old
It is sure
Hope she all know where birthday cash is going
Bum fuck Georgia
Singing whisper of my piss on porcelain
Heard you moved back something all night
Your heart was broken from endocarditis
Pull me in
Don't think of who you're yearning
Let you in then, but not now
You got sick
I tried but couldn't give a shit
Never said it out load
Your stay ain't over
Blow up the aerobed
You sleep more here than in your own apartment
Friendship this intense is frightening
You go in the bathroom and come out a different person
Don't blow me in
Don't think of who you're yearning
Let you in then, but not now
You got sick
I tried but couldn't give a shit
I never said it out loud
Talk of vandal
Find some short stay
Snowflakes flying by like stars and pyro sticks
Think you will make sure
I was so sure
Destructions for all the people that I fucked over
Think we've met
Could've sworn it
But we forget
What's it really for
Look at the end
Don't think of who you're yearning
We'll do it then, but not now
Could've sworn it
Look up outside
(I'm sorry for this shit)
Never said it out load
What's it really for
But now it's the last since back then
Since he was strange but kind
Why did you have to come out of your life
She is getting old
It is sure
Hope she all know where birthday cash is going
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph D'agostino
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