Mollyduker

Molly, I love you, you light up the room

Just place a pebble in your pocket and spin it if anxiety looms

We're out in the country, feels like we're out of the gloom

Right where you built a home for you, and for the rest of us, too

Still I can hardly face it

This place will be gone kinda soon

And late in December, we're here like flies on a wok

Where I drank myself sick, off of the wine you made here just last June

We had bullshit courtesy, go hand in hand down here, too

Well, I had better watch my tongue up by the house

Or else it'll get back to you

Still I can hardly face it

This place will be gone kinda soon