Lights On Kind Of Lover

Pressure

This I think is this

This I think is this

Stop me, don’t stop, now I won’t go

Sit slack with back to wall

Not my time to give and now you’re into it?

Could crush velvet down the hall

Man shot into sand, the famous formulation

Shot into sand; the famous formulation

I can see you looking on my way

Why don’t you do something about it?

I don’t feel I’m welcome in this space

But I won’t let you unnerve me

This I think is this

This I think is this

(Sit slack with back to wall

Could crush velvet down the hall)

Man shot into sand, the famous formulation

Shot into sand, the famous formulation

Still stuck at the laundromat, still stuck

Will it be nickels and dimes?

Will it pounds and pence?

No dollars, no sense

Angel, sweet angel

Sing for the teardrops, the tv dinners

Suck on the kick stick

Before you’re too fucked up and misplace it

I’m a lights on kind of lover, see these fang-made rings? But she said

Don’t sink them in, punching walls this thin

I’ll clutch my belly at your trouble, although those few

They’ve all said, they’ve all said, they’ve all said

I can see you looking on my way

Why don’t you do something about it?

I don’t feel I’m welcome in this space

But I won't let you unnerve me

This I think is this

This I think is this

(Sit slack with back to wall

Could crush velvet down the hall)

Man shot into sand, the famous formulation

Shot into sand, the famous formulation