Tongue

Go stick your tongue down the throat

Of someone you used to know

I think you'll know pretty soon if it feels right

Or write your name in your blood

All on the pavement along the coast

It's been a minute since we felt like we did at eighteen

No shit, we're twenty-three and a bit

We've all got bills to pay, deadlines to make

And our own little battles at the end of the day

Though we're not sinking or floating, just crawling along

And our self-care is boobs instead of sucking a bong

We'll try not to think where we'll be in five years

'Cause it's easier to plan for the smoke than the tears

But maybe we'll be alright

Maybe we'll all own a house and your kids will be fine

A bit of luck and the spark's still there

This past week hasn't been tops

Just want a hug from my dad

And I've been thinking a lot

'Bout the time that he's had

I hope I haven't contributed

But I think that I probably have

Though we're not sinking or floating, we're just crawling along

And we'll wind down with darts though we both know that it's dumb

We'll try not to think where we'll be in ten years

'Cause it's easier to dwell in the smoke than to shoot

In your bed with your thoughts

That have you ramping up the dosage again

I'm sorry we haven't talked much

'Cept the night we came home from your mum's when your dad went

But maybe we'll be alright

Maybe I will own a house and have kids and be fine

A bit of luck and the spark's still there

Maybe we'll all still be close even if this isn't home

A bit of luck and our folks won't care

Now I've been scrawling on the walls

Trying to make you see

That there's a little bit of hope in a guy like me

Just need a little plot of land and a four-door car

And we'll at least dash off at Christmas if it's not too hard