I'm drinking, and I'm going on about your face
Everything I write's always in uppercase
I only look both ways when crossing one-way streets
Carving our initials into subway seats
I like it when the sun kisses your flyaway hairs
Got myself caught up again in love affairs
I'm dancing on the ice, and now I'm turning blue
Running into you, trying something new
Peanut butter sandwiches on stale white bread
Coffee in my blood it's, rushing to my head
I'm counting all the times I run and change my name
Everyone around me starts to look the same
I'll come back and visit for a weekend just to see ya
If you meet me at your front door with tequila and a kiss
Only for a season I could be your Bushwick baby
'Til I hop a photo bus, and I go home to reminisce
Gas stove, lightning bugs
Teary eyes and tired hugs
Worn down bridges and broken shoes
Someone else's thighs bumping into you
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Coloring in bed inside a book I haven't read
I'm eating vitamins, I finally got new clothes and cut my hair
Papercuts and ashes, I got bruises, I got scratches
Take me in and call me dancing to me in your underwear
Gas stove, lightning bugs
Teary eyes and tired hugs
Worn down bridges and broken shoes
Someone else's thighs bumping into you
Gas stove, lightning bugs
Teary eyes and tired hugs
Worn down bridges and broken shoes
Someone else's thighs bumping into you
Gas stove, lightning bugs
Teary eyes and tired hugs
Worn down bridges and broken shoes
Someone else's thighs bumping into you
Gas stove, lightning bugs (Put a little love inside, I'm walking to, walking to your house)
Teary eyes and tired hugs (with little heart and soul, we can try again)
Worn down bridges and broken shoes (Baby, can I call you mine, I'm waiting, waiting to)
Someone else's thighs bumping into you (so can you explain yourself, and why can't I hear you?)
Gas stove, lightning bugs (Put a little love inside, I'm walking to, walking to your house)
Teary eyes and tired hugs (with little heart and soul, we can try again)
Worn down bridges and broken shoes (Baby, can I call you mine, I'm waiting, waiting to)
Someone else's thighs bumping into you (so can you explain yourself, and why can't I hear you?)
Gas stoves, lightning bugs
Teary eyes and tired hugs (with little heart and soul, we can try again)
Worn down bridges and broken shoes (Baby, can I call you mine, I'm waiting, waiting to)
Someone else's thighs bumping into you (so can you explain yourself, and why can't I hear you?)