Flcl

Late night when you caught me slipping

3:00 A.M. when the T.V started dripping

Something this way comes, feels wicked

Feels great when you kiss my forehead

This place feels so god damn lived in

Push me over to spill it’s contents

Won’t you?

Beat me to death with a Rickenbacker

While telling me it’s the tone you’re after

Drag the tv out

On the front lawn and after

Let’s put something on

To forget about what’s going on