like violent lovers love violently
there was a little girl in uniform sucking a popsicle in the middle of a mexican heat in the back of a broken down car
the view will change
she turned to me and said "its so cute how you leave messages on the mirror when you shower"
flicking ashes into the ocean trying to name the stars
leaving marks, we pushed our noses up against the glass and tried to find the horison in the darkness of the sea
closed the blinds to sleep in
had conversations in accents nobody could understand
drew it in pen and took it in ink, sweaty palms pressed together "its almost over, youre doing fine"
just one more hit then well go back, but only if we can make popcorn
hours at a time
sitting on a street corner bathing in carribean sun, well go and get those beers
"play an origional this time" and whatever happened to the bartender
his ex girlfriend painted his guitar to look like an ocean all across the wood
dont get married too soon, okay
can you kids play somewhere else
belican beer, its the best beer on the island
and a rastafarian took the blunt out of his mouth to speak
how many pictures are left on this one
some spanish dance craze
soon enough ill be looking down on the cascades
"id rather be making music than listening to it"
it jingles when you walk
a few margaritas on the catamaran, hopping across the waves
the piano bar drifts across the hall
"main deck" the elevator says calmly
high heels while the boat rocks to the side
no, stand just like that
another appetizer please
he placed the baggie in her hand, ten dollars u.s, chocolate flavour too
no, theres no money left in the bank account
but how much are these in pescos
let me look at your pins
mad dreams from being rocked to sleep by waves, no upside down now
i hagled doen a dollar and then tipped a dollar
i have paper, but do you have a pen
she tore pages out of the bible to write some songs
no, i like these sounds just fine
the view will change
she turned to me and said "its so cute how you leave messages on the mirror when you shower"
flicking ashes into the ocean trying to name the stars
leaving marks, we pushed our noses up against the glass and tried to find the horison in the darkness of the sea
closed the blinds to sleep in
had conversations in accents nobody could understand
drew it in pen and took it in ink, sweaty palms pressed together "its almost over, youre doing fine"
just one more hit then well go back, but only if we can make popcorn
hours at a time
sitting on a street corner bathing in carribean sun, well go and get those beers
"play an origional this time" and whatever happened to the bartender
his ex girlfriend painted his guitar to look like an ocean all across the wood
dont get married too soon, okay
can you kids play somewhere else
belican beer, its the best beer on the island
and a rastafarian took the blunt out of his mouth to speak
how many pictures are left on this one
some spanish dance craze
soon enough ill be looking down on the cascades
"id rather be making music than listening to it"
it jingles when you walk
a few margaritas on the catamaran, hopping across the waves
the piano bar drifts across the hall
"main deck" the elevator says calmly
high heels while the boat rocks to the side
no, stand just like that
another appetizer please
he placed the baggie in her hand, ten dollars u.s, chocolate flavour too
no, theres no money left in the bank account
but how much are these in pescos
let me look at your pins
mad dreams from being rocked to sleep by waves, no upside down now
i hagled doen a dollar and then tipped a dollar
i have paper, but do you have a pen
she tore pages out of the bible to write some songs
no, i like these sounds just fine