Fruit Bats

Baby, remember on the buss and my hand was on your knee.

when you love somebody its hard to think about anything but to breathe.
Baby, I am the cub who was washed out in the flood,
When you love somebody but bite your tongue all you get is a mouthful of blood.

Here we go-

Baby, i am the cub who was washed out in the flood,

When you love somebody but bite your tongue all you get is a mouthful of blood.

When you love somebody its hard to think about anything but to breathe

When you love somebody its hard to think about anything but to breathe

When you love somebody but bite your tongue all you get is a mouthful of blood

When you love somebody its hard to figure out, hard to figure out

when you love somebody its hard to figure out, its hard to figure out

when you love somebody its hard to think about anything but to breathe



tiny fits of rage

happiness currently exists interstitially in two places sixty miles apart and as of late, i want nothing more than the two to collide.  to put it into context on the most possible superficial note: two-thousand dollars, two beds, two kitchens, two living rooms, two bathrooms, two hair dryers, two closets, two apartment keys, two mailing addresses, ....two of everything and not 1 place to call home.