04:01
the corners of my lips are splitting in two
maybe they’re just eager to be with you
perhaps I haven’t drank all of the melted snow
that’s running to where our bodies flow
paw prints next to pine cones in the street
car parts strewn in pieces on the sleet
you’ve got drinks and joints back at your mother’s house
well, I’ve got teeth and blood stuck to my blouse
CHORUS
I’ve been talking too much
are they not hearing not enough?
am I still shaking in my bed?
am I still living in your head?
making rounds on side streets wearing all black
I love you even if you don’t love me right back
things get kind of fuzzy when you get in too deep
well, I don’t mean to make you fall asleep
CHORUS
I’ve been talking too much
are they not hearing not enough?
am I still shaking in my bed?
am I still living in your head?