Outside
the liquor store I break down
And in some fucking
body's safe house
We're not the way nature intended
us
Not even close
Wild vanilla
Clean dreams,
downcast eyes
If you lived here you'd be home now
and suicidal
That was one striking phone call boy
Your voice at a fever pitch
And here I thought that you'd just,
Full of white noise, called to bitch
You
messing with my head makes a terrible noise
Wild
vanilla
Clean eyes and greasy hair
Cross an ocean and you,
Vague and itchy, belong there
You are whizzing past my ears
A shit-scared
domestic god
You make the gypsy in me horny for
a flower garden
You messing with my head makes
a terrible noise
Outside the liquor store I break
down
And in some fucking body's safe house
We're not the way nature intended us
Not even close
