left side

Fucked up, left side
I don't really feel right
Up, down, long night
Grass is good outside

Tucked in, good head
I don't really feel dead
Bed head, well fed
Sopping up sudafed

Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother

Feel better, fenugreek
You'll regret her all week
She'll forget the soft streak
I'll admit the kid's weak

Remember that one time?
The bread and grass and Columbine?
The A's in class and sleeping pines?
The lines and lines and lines and lines

Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother

Lucked up, pale thighs
Your birkenstocks are alright
Fucked up, all time
Remember when you were mine?

On those blow nights
She goes to those nights
Old shows, good seats
You're the one I wanna meet



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Writer(s): Drew Smith
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