crave, desolate, you dive in, we follow along
i contrive you with whiskey and sam cooke songs
and we lay on our backs, soaking wet
below a static tv set
conversation flows, counting shooting stars and catfish
but i'll never make a wish
barefoot, parking lot
getting high in portland, or
we echo 17 and we glue it back and poke fun
and it gets real quiet, i don't care
darting with moonshine, truth or dare
i say just what i'm thinking and secondguess instantly
and you laugh at me
we stick to our slow motion memory
its 1 in the morning and 90 degrees
and though now it is hovering darkly over me
it'll look just like heaven when i get up and leave
you're a ghost and i can't breathe
i contrive you with whiskey and sam cooke songs
and we lay on our backs, soaking wet
below a static tv set
conversation flows, counting shooting stars and catfish
but i'll never make a wish
barefoot, parking lot
getting high in portland, or
we echo 17 and we glue it back and poke fun
and it gets real quiet, i don't care
darting with moonshine, truth or dare
i say just what i'm thinking and secondguess instantly
and you laugh at me
we stick to our slow motion memory
its 1 in the morning and 90 degrees
and though now it is hovering darkly over me
it'll look just like heaven when i get up and leave
you're a ghost and i can't breathe