Texty:
Dear And The Headlights Drunk Like The Bible Times

past your ribcage Hoping my movements might find their place at your side For as long as you'd like And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed

a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Cautious

from Ra's bright hips Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit Sloshing back and forth

I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that don't I love your face the way it moves your murky mouth your eyelid brooms And I'm feeling

following a flashlight down utility halls And then you mumble to yourself that this has all been your fault And oh, you're not laughing, you're not laughing, are you? And

Gone for a while And then blink and revile My old habits get confused. They've been placating my mood And selling me cheap solitude But I've run out of

a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time Haven't felt this way in a long time Cautious

I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that don't I love your face the way it moves your murky mouth your eyelid brooms And I'm feeling

your time Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and