How could you know
Maybe I should move
Maybe in with you
I been checking prices for a bus
Though I told you once
You don't have my love
I was young enough to not give a fuck
How could you know
When you're living alone
Buried in snow
How could you know
Six years ago
There's no joy
In my throat
When I sing too low
When I'm bored
My love grows
But when we sat on the porch i was scared
I thought real love was too much
For my minimal hands
I thought of calling you upstairs
But you slept in my sister's room
And went back to manhattan
Now all I wanna do is make plans
And touch you with my minimal hands
I feel lazy with my song writing
So I turn to good vibrations
In the summer we should try again
And the reasons will be different
Never to rely on common sense
Would be perfect