i'm sleeping in the hammock now that held us in the summer,
the one where we showed each other how to make it last much longer.
i woke up with a ruffled head & kept thinkin about ya,
woke up you weren't in my bed cuz your my lil chimera.
just the other day i made you a tape
you played it until it made me sick
a thousand times a day filling in the blanks
just hoping everything's okay.
i felt you didn't wanna hear what i originally said here
& i just wanna please your ear,
become your guilty pleasure
cuz i'm psychic about ya dear but never thought to tell you
you mess with my head every night & then i fall in love with you.
you got the booze & i got the blues so let's just throw a party
cuz you've been holdin out on you & i can't even stop me.
you slip through my head every night & leave without a trace,
except when i a**ert my masculinity in a place i can't replace.
i keep writing you never-sending words
you keep on spilling out on paper.
made another tape,
check your mail today so i can start forgetting how to remember.
idle f****** hands,
i suppose they're not so f****** good,
you had a field day with 'em i'm sure.
'til we get to spring this is everything
even if it doesn't have the cure
even if it's friday i'm in love & you won't see,
me the end'll justify the mean.
the one where we showed each other how to make it last much longer.
i woke up with a ruffled head & kept thinkin about ya,
woke up you weren't in my bed cuz your my lil chimera.
just the other day i made you a tape
you played it until it made me sick
a thousand times a day filling in the blanks
just hoping everything's okay.
i felt you didn't wanna hear what i originally said here
& i just wanna please your ear,
become your guilty pleasure
cuz i'm psychic about ya dear but never thought to tell you
you mess with my head every night & then i fall in love with you.
you got the booze & i got the blues so let's just throw a party
cuz you've been holdin out on you & i can't even stop me.
you slip through my head every night & leave without a trace,
except when i a**ert my masculinity in a place i can't replace.
i keep writing you never-sending words
you keep on spilling out on paper.
made another tape,
check your mail today so i can start forgetting how to remember.
idle f****** hands,
i suppose they're not so f****** good,
you had a field day with 'em i'm sure.
'til we get to spring this is everything
even if it doesn't have the cure
even if it's friday i'm in love & you won't see,
me the end'll justify the mean.