Happy birthday, baby, yeah
You make me feel blue
Swollen eyes worth since you left
Happy birthday, baby, yeah
I love only you
Swollen eyes worth since you left
That's approval, a stamp of a knife with initials on rubber
A doodle of some ancient mother fucking her son
I predict by 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone
Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
Tongue kiss through the kitchen screen
By 3am the pill bottle top will have come undone
She'll hand you one long-wind,
short-sigh story that starts with the words, "There's no
room Kentucky 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9"
I guess you'll do just fine
By 3am the pill bottle top had come undone
She'll hand you one long-wind, short-sigh story
That's untrue
There is no room nine