I wanna hear a song on "charmer"
Without thinking of your name
"Biceps grabber, Black madonna"
Wrapped in sheets of cellophane
A late reply
A broken arm for a smile
And your hand in my front pocket by my side
I wish you'd call me up sometimes
Sometimes
I know it's just my own reflection
When i see summer in your eyes
Intrapersonal concession
Hurts like fucking hell this time
A bottom line
Not waiting for your reply
"Slow come on" all alone on my headphones seems alright
Not waiting for a reply
Yeah your silhouette will fade away but that's okay
Signatures on vinyl sleeves are here to stay
I hope you know you're on my mind sometimes
Sometimes
