The Kid Who Had His Ear Slapped by the Druggist
I paint pictures
Of lovers under my eyelids
They remind me
That if I'm not careful i'll be
A bitter, cynic, sceptic
Singing lemon symphonies to myself
Hear me out
I'm still playing hide and seek without you
Hear me out, hear me out
Hear me out
I want you to find me ready or not
Please will you come out and count down from now
And when you find me lets pretend that we're in love
Lets be forever
Or most of the summer
I'll take your picture
Can I be your favourite
Sunshine blonde?
Your favourite sunshine blond
Favourite sunshine blond
Favourite sunshine blond
Favourite sunshine blond
Favourite sunshine blond
Favourite sunshine blond
Favourite sunshine blond
Your intricacies amaze me
Lets change the batteries on my thrift store vocabulary
Your beautiful imperfections still remind me
Of the way things should have been ages ago
Hear me out
If you're listening I'd better explain myself
Honestly I hope I don't let you down
History had better keep the noise down
While I carefully give you all the details
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
Fuck it, might as well
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