Wallflowers

Hey, Matt Yeah, Tim? Hey, you talked to Marc lately? Uh, haven’t really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down „He looks pretty, uh, down?” Yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then What do you, uh, suppose we should do? Well, does he like butter tarts? I was lying on the grass of Sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self-defeat My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted, wrong and beat A comfortable three feet deep Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week Impaired my tribal lunar-speak And of course you can’t become if you only say what you would’ve done So I missed a million miles of fun I know it’s up for me (If you steal my sunshine) Making sure I’m not in too deep (If you steal my sunshine) Keeping versed and on […]