Oakwood

Sneaky stuff in the middle of the night

Both stood up on your roof, had some beers beneath the stars, lover

I could see it, there, water my hand cup

Looking in my eyes but giving me the look, lover

Talking 'bout the lovers that we had, book of bad down poems

Let's forget all about the others

Look so pretty, girl, even when your high

It's funny all the shit we speak, when we close our eyes, baby

Lovers soon to be lovers

Lovers soon to be others

Lovers soon to be lovers

Not planning the end

Not planning the end

Not planning the end

Not planning the end

Left on the beat, beat, only ones that left

Left with me, the only ones that left as lovers

Trying to move slow, so lick it up

Rolling with the wind, like a dusty old pickup truck

Drinking on a weekend, weekday

Never get a break to say the things I want to say

Coke binge state that I'm living in

And, honey, try to reach out for a little bit of your honey

Lovers soon to be lovers

Lovers soon we'll be others

Lovers soon to be lovers

Not planning the end

Not planning the end

Not planning the end

Not planning the end