An eighth for 35 lasts us a night
You're warm ignoring my lust for you
I'm baked and toying with the things in your room that your red eyes never cared about
Break like commercials for tobacco through your sister's garden at night
An eighth for 35 lasts us a night
Talked big in our text conversation but I'm hesitant now
And I know that you're looking for it but I'm shrouded in doubt
Don't wanna be rejected by you
Dropped hints and some downright clues
But I won't let that be your memory of the night
Put my hand on your back and look to bloodshot eyes
Eyes
Her gardens on fire light up those damn gnomes
If you want peace and quite I could have gone home hours ago
It's not fair to let real or mental cuffs divide us up
So lock me up
For arson
Of parsnip
Forever
Or just the night
Done with that eighth anyway
See you next Saturday
Text me first
I get nervous sometimes