Fresh Green at the Gallery

I loved the way your hair looked when you went down on me You're in your bag now, see you around, maybe Okay, I'm teed up, had a bit, tried to stay ahead of it Felt lame by the open bar It was the same shit at the house on sixth street In my t-shirt that you tried to keep Okay, I'm up, down, making rent, take a fit and make it red You're not what you think you are So why am I still human? The seconds tick in spite of my excuses You walk right into it Red dots in my iPhone Thought you fell asleep on the drive home Gee thanks, didn't need to say it but it's nice to know It's nice to know that You're happy to see the tour bus The distance between the two of us I peeled out, Challenger, yeah I got the talent, sure And a factory-sealed guitar So please, do you feel guilty? You blot me out with bleach but I'm still filthy Well, that's what it's about Red dots in my iPhone Thought you fell asleep on the drive home Gee thanks, didn't need to say it but it's nice to know It's nice to know that Red dots in my iPhone Thought you fell asleep on the drive home Gee thanks, didn't need to say it but it's nice to know It's nice to know that Thank God for the time, but fuck me, you were everything Thank God for the time, but fuck me, you were everything Red dots in my iPhone Thought you fell asleep on the drive home Gee thanks, didn't need to say it but it's nice to know It's nice to know that Red dots in my iPhone Thought you fell asleep on the drive home Gee thanks, didn't need to say it but it's nice to know It's nice to know that