And my thumbs inside your mouth

Verse:
Laying on your couch in L.A., knowing why my stomach's twisted
You ask me time again, thinking apparently you missed it
My throat can't take the food down contemplating inner fears
This whole time you're sitting with me, drinking the fridge out of beers

It would be too unlike me if I let a good kiss slip
So it's only natural I try to steal one from your lips
Thanks for being understanding and not making me feel crass
As even my phone says for you, You definitely kick ass

Chorus:
The problem with me is sometimes I'm neurotic
Maybe I should have downed your fresh butter based narcotic
Now I'm coming undone right in front of your face
But reality is, this is how friendship's based

Verse:
We say our goodbyes and by now you've really got me smiling
I take my shoe bagged Thai. Thanks again this time for buying
I spend the whole ride home, laughing while I’m driving South
Guess I didn’t end up with my thumbs sticking inside your mouth

(repeat chorus until laughing or tired)

I had a title before I went to sleep last night and I can't remember it now but it was too good to name this something else

You've been putting your heart in too many cold hands
When you should be guarding it from the treacheries of the dance
Round and round and round and round you go
Where you’ll stop becomes predictable
My temperature is no different from the ones that you see
But from where you stand the mercury appears differently
Come my turn to choke you, I pray it won't hurt
Because the same hands that hold you will be the fingers at your throat
A lover’s touch confusing
Familiar dread in your voice
Funny thing is though, this was your decision.
Not my choice.
And what do you want now?
You’re wondering why your life’s so tough?
Well let me tell you something…
…nevermind I’ve already told you enough.

I Swear To Gah

If you say "right on" to punctuate one more sentence, I am going to punch your stupid face. Ooh, your football team scored a goal. RIGHT ON! Ooh, taco bell managed to include your cinammon twists in your kids meal. RIGHT ON! Oooh, there's enough peanut butter to last you another three days. RIGHT ON!

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

And his name is not "Juke Chin," FOR FUCK'S SAKE.