Milo

Red rover, red rover send Milo right on over I haven't held their hand since early October and they got my G.L.O.S.S shirt they mailed it back and it smelled like their sweat and the diner they work at Reminds me of 3 am southern Oregon pulled over I-5 to get even more high than this all of the stars overhead should know better than this your quick beating heart is one thing that I miss blackberry malt liquor, fucked up expectations, of starting over, you hide the plants on your dashboard I fixed your car with tinfoil you know, I know by the weight of your head on my chest, tonight, this is enough you'll wrap my three-dollar studded belt around my neck, and I'll watch the whole room go dark, without having to turn the lights out feel your way through the dark, shotgun booze in the park to moonlight, grab your bike, I swear this night is not over yet.