You and me make out in your car till our lips bleed.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.

Je te bats.

Notre cœur nous bat.

De l'amour à la haine il n'y a qu'un pas: "Je ne crois pas à ce que nous avons... et c'est tant mieux".

I stumble into daylight
tear my eyebrow

I have tears down till my breastbone
-Were you crying?

I was twitching in climax.
I wasn't crying.

I have tears down till my breastbone
I was crying.

If we get better with age, then why live now?

"
I'm counting Fridays on calendars
I'm seeing signs in my yellow teeth
I do my best thinking while driving but now
I have to wear glasses and they've been doing roadwork for years
It's funny how towns never lose their smells
It's funny how now I scythe and scowl about missing this house
you can learn to live without anyone, you just can't live with the re-runs.
"