歌詞
Sheets pulled tight between arms
Just like a trampoline
I heard your curses
Just as they were meant to be
This house smells like gasoline
Go light that candle
Ashes on our foreheads
Just as they were meant to be in spite
Of all our glances
Call it in the air heads or tails
Best two out of three strikes the nail
Borders drawn in carpet while we wait
Holed up in our other states
Always killing flowers
Too much of too little
Fingers in the soil
Just as they were meant to be
We've lost track of the time
Second guessing what's real
Just for old time's sake
I'll love you like I'm supposed to do in spite
Of all our dances
Call it in the air heads or tails
Best two out of three lays the rails
Borders drawn in carpet while we wait
Holed up in our other states
Written by: Flat Tired Band, Griffin Miller
