Dalmatian Painted Mailbox

Good with words, and you don't mind it

Had a friend, somethin' like it

Got some secrets

Under your shirt

Got some feelings

Most of em' hurt

Drivin' down, Gallatin with you, please

Not the first one through these motions

There's so, many more

And you're just like them

You've got a, bad taste, in your mouth

Got some feeling

Fear of missin' out

Oooh, ooh, oooh

Oooo, oo, oooh

Oooo, oo, oooh

It was a good day, but a bad time

I tried to read lip, from the outside

Laid down a wood floor, just tryna pass by

I stuck a needle deep, into the girls eye

I painted mailbox, dalmatian outside

I was a pinch tired, on a long drive

Mine was a dirty word, spent under two eyes

Heat off the ice of hope, the feeling on the line

I'm screamin' from the heads

With my arms wide

Why don't you take me

My god I'm so tired

Stood up in tall grass

I watch him pass by

Until we meet again

I see you down the line

I'm screamin' from the heads

With my arms wide

Why don't you take me

My god I'm so tired

Stood up in tall grass

I watch him pass by

Until we meet again

I see you down the line

I'm screamin' from the heads

With my arms wide

Why don't you take me

My god I'm so tired

Stood up in tall grass

I watch him pass by

Until we meet again

I see you down the line

I'm screamin' from the heads

With my arms wide

Why don't you take me

My god I'm so tired

Stood up in tall grass

I watch him pass by

Until we meet again

I see you down the line