Forrest

She yelled, "Tell Jesus he's a fucking loser The wedding went better than the party with the city boozers" Learnt you can't take photos of the stars The cops will drive you home if you're too drunk to start the car Drove through late night highways soaked in heavy cloud Gripped your leg a little tighter when we started spinning out Sat motionless across both lanes I looked at you and said, "It's OK! we're OK!" I wanna kiss you on the mouth A little bit too hard It took years to figure out Who we actually are Woo Don't play two shots around here, mate Pub rules are you deal with whoever you've decided to play Juddy got back from visiting his cousin in jail But his cousin had escaped! You said you didn't want anyone to talk And I suggested you stopped being so goddamn memorable Slowly turned around in a muddy clearing One day back towards the mountain One step closer to disappearing and I said: I wanna kiss you on the mouth A little bit too hard It took years to figure out Who we actually are I wanna kiss you on the mouth A little bit too hard And pack a bag for the city Sometimes coming home feels more like leaving Satellites and magnets Patience and sleep And I'm staring down the barrel And you look so good Toward the fire we will go Dumb kids on a country road Payday beers are drunk and thrown Into next fortnight's overflow Despite my deeply seeded doubts Still wanna kiss you on the mouth I wanna kiss you on the mouth A little bit too hard It took years to figure out Who we actually are I wanna kiss you on the mouth A little bit too hard --- Forrest - The Smith Street Band