I am:
a nomadic/music/art/moop/wilbie loving
vegetarian. My current obsession is cultivation theory.

 

I love baby tim and conor the best.

Pull back the sheets and climb in bed with me

We can talk all night
I’m not tired, are you?
I’m not tired, are you?
Did you like the party?
Did you see any pretty girls there?

Not that it matters
Neither of us are alone
Neither of us are alone
But sometimes it feels that way
So I need a sign, give me your hand
No more life as expected, I’m through with the usual
I want to fall in love
But if my mouth stays shut and I don’t speak up
Then she’ll never know, then she’ll never know
If I can’t relax and I can’t tell her how I really feel
What she really means to me

The cops showed up about a quarter to two
I didn’t even notice, I was so immersed in my conversation with you
The band is too loud
Somebody tell them, somebody tell them to turn it down
I don’t want to hear a sound
Except for her voice, except for her breath
Except for my beating heart begging her to come closer and closer
Oh, I want her close to me
But if the “hands don’t clap”
And if I can’t relax, this is hopelessness
Why do I even try?
Because tonight will end and then my life goes on, like it always has
Like it’s always going to

The chorus is done and we’re still standing in our standard melody
Only one of us is alone
Only one of us is alone and it’s not you
And it’s not you
Thank God it’s not you