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