Tuesday, October 25, 2005

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)

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