Homesick
Homesick and hungry and salted
There's nothing for me and the night's thick
There's nothing for me in this town
It's just a bad fit
Like wearing fives when you're a size six
Oh, I'll just cram my foot inside it
And go and dig myself a hole
Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for
And I'm not sure that I care
You're like a spider
Black on red
And I'd rather be dead
Then caught in your web
God help me
I'm trying to sleep tonight
(Can you just be quiet)
I can't fix this
Oh love needs glue
But you bring Pritt Stick
And there's no carrot
Just a big stick
You say we're going for a ride
I can't risk it
I'm rolling fives for all your sixes
Oh, you say stick, but I just twist it
I guess I'll spend the day inside
Oh, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for
And I'm not sure that I care
You're like a spider
Black on red
And I'd rather be dead
Then caught in your web
God help me
I'm trying to sleep tonight
(Can you just be quiet)
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot summer
And all the clouds roll over our heads
And all the clouds roll over
The clouds rolled over
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot summer
And now the clouds roll over my head
I guess I'm going under
Guess I'm going under
