Party of Two
Oh love, it must be time
I said darling, little lover
I believe that it is time
To condense our little lives
Into a metal box on wheels and drive
Directly to the Bay
With full grins on display
Due to the fact
That we may never see
The south of California again
Oh, but anxiety evolved
Into perpetual uncertainty
But only 'cause I let it
Now I'm letting it fall off
In the same fashion as i fell
I step outside onto the street
A cigarette, two puffs of ventolin
Because some things, they do not go away
Hey babe, the rain is coming down
As i am soaking my paint-covered shoes
Been eating backwards in the street
And waiting patiently for these boots to dry
My dear, I feel it's time
To embrace my lack of masculinity and try harder to appear pretty
Pure expression through androgyny
I've never longed to be called handsome
But you're so sweet
Now i'll do just what I want
Fun in my cigarette, vodka in my tea
And you, the queen of me, on my arm
Strolling up and down the hills once more
All high and drunk on wine
A wholesome party of two
And when the sun returns
Into the sea, and you to me
Like dragonflies, we'll rhapsodize
And scrutinize ironic things that've come to be
Some supper from our favorite deli
Return to warm, leafy sanctum
Weary, but surrounded by love
With spindly branches wide
And me the tree
And you the apple of my eye
For this I'd die
Shall we get high?
Love, how could I begin to list the reasons why?
There's no need-
I just know you're the fairest
I said darling, little lover
I believe that it is time
To condense our little lives
Into a metal box on wheels and drive
Directly to the Bay
With full grins on display
Due to the fact
That we may never see
The south of California again
Oh, but anxiety evolved
Into perpetual uncertainty
But only 'cause I let it
Now I'm letting it fall off
In the same fashion as i fell
I step outside onto the street
A cigarette, two puffs of ventolin
Because some things, they do not go away
Hey babe, the rain is coming down
As i am soaking my paint-covered shoes
Been eating backwards in the street
And waiting patiently for these boots to dry
My dear, I feel it's time
To embrace my lack of masculinity and try harder to appear pretty
Pure expression through androgyny
I've never longed to be called handsome
But you're so sweet
Now i'll do just what I want
Fun in my cigarette, vodka in my tea
And you, the queen of me, on my arm
Strolling up and down the hills once more
All high and drunk on wine
A wholesome party of two
And when the sun returns
Into the sea, and you to me
Like dragonflies, we'll rhapsodize
And scrutinize ironic things that've come to be
Some supper from our favorite deli
Return to warm, leafy sanctum
Weary, but surrounded by love
With spindly branches wide
And me the tree
And you the apple of my eye
For this I'd die
Shall we get high?
Love, how could I begin to list the reasons why?
There's no need-
I just know you're the fairest
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Writer(s): Jakob Sorensen
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