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
alone
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