Crickets

Dizzy spin on the tire swing
Solder gun to the wire
Chatter teeth, are you hiring
Cobble stone on a road

Where's my face, is it sleeping
What are those, can I touch
Innocent but existing
Fuck around, I'm a troll

Sweaty hands on the steering wheel
Dial turns eighty-eight
Point one FM we're listening
To a tape of the Stones

Run up a tab on our free time
In the back seat we steam
Up all the windows you know
What I mean
What I mean
What I mean
What I mean

Pass me the bottle of water
It's warm now
You fell asleep on my chest
I'm not sure why
But you say that I'm warm
But you say that I'm warm
But you say that I'm warm
I'm not sure why

Wake you up, you were drooling
We just laughed, heard the sky
Cricket legs in the distance
No there's one in the car
Pull my hand back to kill it
You say no need for that
Crack a window two inches
Cup it right in your hand
Toss it out, say it's safe now
And both legs still make noise
But instead of it dying
Now it still has a voice

Pass me the bottle of water
It's warm now
You fell asleep on my chest
I'm not sure why
But you say that I'm warm
But you say that I'm warm
But you say that I'm warm
I'm not sure why



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Sherman
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