Goldmine

You are a meter maid

Working my city block in your rollerblades

Weaving through people with headphones on

Genghis khan of the sidewalk

And you are a ghost hunter

Twirling your geigercounter around

Flashing your flashlight at any sound

I keep the camcorder half-cocked

And i could spend my life in basements with you listening for signs

And if we never found one demon it would still be good times

‘cause i’m your loader, you’re my goldmine

You are a lodestone marble magnet meteorite

You are the tiger’s eye, keeping five year old me up at night

You are the lies i tell my parents when i’m teenage and scared

You are the birthrate, the floodgate, sincerity squared

You are winking at the waitress when your card is declined

And you cruise through every waitlist and we always jump lines

I’m your digger, you’re my goldmine

And i can feel this place is haunted as i straighten my spine

And i make terrible decisions but they all turn out fine

‘cause i’m your driver, you’re my goldmine