very time we meet it’s always love and wine
The trees make our bathetic talk
Where cedar nouns and adverbs walk
With beetles as the backup band, the flightless cheering in their stands
The empty swing sets hushed reprise makes that first language thick as spies.

Let’s relearn every vowel and phrase and make it better than before (x2)

I think I know what to do
The rules of it are so damn cruel

Now lets make our lips an accident, on the corner of came and went. We’ll merge in gymnastic flips and
Spirographs. We’ll forget what the future has, we’ll take the day off.

I think we all know the words