Texty

Was that love? That wasn't love Is this love? Yes, this is love And the proof is in the pudding Take a bite, right? It's nice Long ago when we both didn't know That the other had existed And the feeling just didn't sit right I couldn't bear to be told what to do You couldn't bear to face the grizzliest truth Gypsy moth caterpillar outbreak in the year 1981 Bicycle motocross squishing guts in the sun I know humankind isn't a kind oxymoron But life is good and death is post return to sender The ghost collecting your letters I love pee inside the tub I love dance inside the club Playing in the mud and thinking Skeletons are alright It's the ego in the land of the eagle It's the greed, it's the credo It's a train that's gone run off it's tracks New age playground fell asleep at the roots Homosapien who invented the blues Why won't the law permit you to collect your Full bod injury claim When the wind falls Uncle Sam sucks up what he gave Public assistance helping us out when there's a drought But when the driver fails to yield the right of way Hey, you know who's gonna have to pay Me, love to fall, could be weak, could be brave y'all I go to great lengths to forget the past tense Avoiding the humdrum, maybe I'm the dumdum Hit it, you dirty old wasp you did it The driver staring down at the phone He didn't see your fucking lights blinking Hematoma, karma sign cutting my third eye Someone lit the torch, handed it to me Shadows on the soul that are projecting onto you Projecting on to me, projecting onto you the image Someone lit the torch, handed it to me Shadows on the soul that are projecting onto you Projecting on to me, projecting onto you the image Shadows on the soul Why pass on love? Brief portal divine Time travel in bed, otherwise dead Too many hassles, head to the rainbow castle It's not unreal, it's how I feel
Writer(s): Ryan Power Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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