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

We were too was…


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