Sometimes when the moon licks frost upon your bones at night
Cool flashes from an ancient movie say
“You better turn down, I’ve made up all the words you said”
Seemed ready for the good life
“You better watch out and face penalty rates”
Sometimes all your expectations come too late
As life goes by
Please take me to your room
And show me all the stars at night
And then kick me out
Ain’t nothing but a heartache baby, radio don’t lie
Seems nothing but a high-class tendency to a self-inviting death
Unable to assume our lives
And it’s nothing but a good time
To sit and watch and feel the river drying
Sometimes there’s a glow bug spinning in my rear mind at night
I’ll take to my room
And show you all my scars tonight
And then kick you out
And I’ll call out loud your name
And spit in all the streets you tread
And kiss you out