Flcl

Late night when you caught me slipping
3:00 AM when the TV started dripping
Something this way comes, feels wicked

Feels great when you kiss my forehead
This place feels so god damn lived in
Push me over to spill its contents

Won't you?

Beat me to death with a rickenbacker
While telling me its the tone you're after
Drag the TV out
On the front lawn and after
Let's put something on
To forget about what's going on



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Hashem, Kade Dale, Timothy Shepherd, William Helgeson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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