Ribcage

My jail lives inside of your ribcage
Quarter into a fountain
Thinking about his mouth taste

I was driving a truck when I first met you
East side show ending up in his room

I've been in my mind
Counting the days till you get in mine
Baby boy's a good time
All I see is two headlights
Baby boy's a good time, time
Crushed by you
Live in my ribcage and I will too

Go slow, spaceflight
Am I going to make it out alive?
Two joints, two thighs
Down to the bone at midnight

I've been in my mind
Counting the days till you get in mine
Baby boy's a good time
All I see is two headlights
Baby boy's a good time, time
Crushed by you
Live in my ribcage and I will too

Thought the ship was closed down
What's a storm to a sea going through a drought?
Now it's all petrichor laying there on the ground

All I see is two headlights
Baby boy's a good time, time
Crushed by you
Live in my ribcage and I will too



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Thompson, Albert Benedict Oberst
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