Spiderweb Stadium

(Oh, I'm pretty sure this is the wrong tape, actually)
I remember you, illuminated in the red and blue
Like a spotlight, hotline, singing to the hot white streetlights
I remember that, shotgun fire like a heart attack
You were adjacent to the gods
In your ripped jeans and polka-dots
I remember you there
With the spiderweb stadium lights stuck in your hair
We're rejected, in debt, introspective detectives without a care

I wanna drive you to the end of the world
And I wanna hold you like an American girl

I'm gonna be the first one to the finish line
I'm gonna, I'm gonna run like I'm running out of time
I wanna love you right
I'm gonna be the worst runt of the litter
Get the picture and call it quits
I'm gonna love you in sickness
I'm gonna love you in sickness

Everybody's pairing off, spinning around like binary stars
Like the world's gonna end and it's time to pretend
It's a promenade
I've been riding the flow, crying on the dirty gym floor
In the disco glow, and the show is starting
Get your keys and your money and go

I wanna drive you to the end of the world
And I wanna hold you like an American girl

"You're gonna be the first one to the finish line"
I'm gonna, I'm gonna run like I'm running out of time
I wanna love you right
"You're gonna be the worst runt of the litter"
Get the picture and call it quits
I'm your small town bad influence and I'm
I'm gonna love you in sickness (I'm gonna love you in sickness)

I'm gonna be the first one to the finish line
I'm gonna, I'm gonna run like I'm running out of time
I wanna love you right
I just wanna love you right



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Call
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