[Verse 1] Crowd stale Wholesale We're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet Wind shifts I drift to autumn I tell Dom what I see She laughs at me
[Verse 2] Blast beats We retreat And it's a lonely street The burden of circumvention But fractions like us Fill cities and flats and cul-de-sacs So we yell over it and have a laugh
[Verse 3] And it's a laughable scenario Peripheral motion picture show And I feel your eyes And I stayed inside But it wouldn't work So I soak up your vice Tonight's a blur
[Verse 4] We meet You scare me See, I have met people from Maine and Athens, Georgia and Montreal And I'm dead Lips red Licking sugar I smile at everyone Formulated fun LyricsFreak