I Dont Think We'll Ever Find Him

I just don't ever think we'll find him, an empty road

Down somewhere in El Sonata, it's always cold

(What's the matter if it feels right, feels right?)

Ahem

You're awful pretty, took my breath away

Could I have it back?

Knead in your spot when you're not there, just like a kitty-cat

Met on the internet, I asked if you could video chat

And I would whisper when my mom came 'round