Yo yo
Say, see, whatever
We're living for my tea
It sticks like a rim
That sun faded
Loose three little spots on me
I can't get to get stood
Built up in my back
You said meet me by the old swim hill and
I still liked it now
I'm talking to the dust
Like it owes me a refund
Same road, same heat, same you
In the pulse of my thumb and
I can almost taste it, that
July on my tongue
Say, see, whatever
We're living for my tea
It sticks like a rim
That sun faded
Loose three little spots on me
I can't get to get stood
Built up in my back
You said meet me by the old swim hill and
I still liked it now
I'm talking to the dust
Like it owes me a refund
Same road, same heat, same you
In the pulse of my thumb and
I can almost taste it, that
July on my tongue