: Then it?s your business A modern piece of glasswork Down on the corner that You walk each day in passing The elderly sales clerk With eyes full of
: In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals In December
: Unsentimental, Driving around, Sure of myself, Sure of it now, You stand this close to me, Like the future was suppose to be, In the eyes of the Grocery
: Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday could it
: Your sword's grown old and rusty Underneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done And though its been a long
: I had a feeling once That you and I Could tell each other everything For two months But even without hope With truth on our side When you turn away
: AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn?t close the door. You and this model sit outside
: Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I've seen those English dramas too They're cruel So if there's any other way To spell the word It's fine
: Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger Oh-oh-oh A thousand years in one
: As a young girl Louis Vuitton With your mother On a sandy lawn As a sophomore With reggaeton And the linens You're sitting on Is your bed
: I wake up My shoulder's cold I've got to leave here Before I go I pull my shirt on Walk out the door Drag my feet along the floor I pull my shirt on
: Ion displacement won't work in the basement Especially when I'm not with you Here in the heartland, a feeling so startling I don't what I should do
: Wouldn?t ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love Never really heard you speak that way, it?s unworthy of? Funny how that little college girl called
: I see a mansard roof through the trees I see a salty message written in the eaves The ground beneath my feet The hot garbage and concrete And now the
: A devastating backstroke All the way from France With shiny, shiny cufflinks A shirtsleeve to enhance The pin-striped men of morning Are coming for
: It?s not right but it?s now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light
: Walcott, Don't you know That it's insane? Don't you want to Get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott Mystic seaport Is that way Don't
: Chestnut park on a Saturday night Mystical boys feelin alright Raggedy wisdom falls from my hand As the ladies of Cambridge know who i am I've had
