Hands Down

The back half of the b-side is where we belong

We lose our cool when the closeup begins

Smiling for a camera that isn’t there

Like demented newlyweds

Interlopers in the rock room

Tumbling down the demand curve

Double parked and half dead

We opened the time capsule

And this is what it said

I'm your biggest fan hands down

And if I weren’t in contact with you

I don’t know what I would do

They gas you on the highway and up on the hill

They long to gas you virtually everywhere

And if you allow them to they will

Round the rosy corners

And keep your stripes to yourself

Approach every new day

Like you’re stuck in a swing state

Remember when you’re shooting off flares

And nobody cares

I'm your biggest fan hands down