Coming over at eleven
Praying you won't spend the night
Picking acne off like resin
Wet epoxy on my thighs
Kiss me hard into the carpet
Rubbing rashes on my back
Had a thought but then I lost it
Feel my body going slack
If I say a word in edgewise
With my head draped in your sink
Tell me I'm just tongue tied
And I don't know what to think
Stick my face under the faucet
And the bleach drips to my cheeks
Had a thought but then I lost it
Bleach on beard burn really stings
You're Atlanta's best drunk driver
Even when you're six shots in
And that cop came out of nowhere
Your whole body smells like gin
And now you've misplaced your wallet
Grope your pockets for the card
Had a thought but then I lost it
Honk the horn with no holds barred
And if I pretend it's fine that
You keep kicking like a child
I legitimize your bullshit
But you might give me a smile
You got punched in the mosh pit
And I sat and watched you cry
Had a thought but then I lost it
While you ruined the whole night
Had a thought but then I lost it
And I hope you're getting tired