We were too wasted to close the window
Friends and family lookin’ into my only hiding place
The rhythm of a stranger’s skin
Infidel to die for what I am doing
Will happen in the morning
When the mirror won’t recognize me
He holds a certain gesture
When we’re lovin’ to ask each other
Do you want it? Do you want me?
I want it, it is you, you are where I want to be
Who is he?
Why would I
Hitch a ride?
I can drive
The Twist By Metric
Blowing the Whistle