What are you doing?
It's the election
Who you picking?
Them or me?
What am I doing?
I'm not voting
This damn election has made me a priest
You're the third party of my past and nobody
They say you couldn't be worth it, I know you do not deserve this
And I'm only having sex on my phone
Cause while I do want you, I want to be alone
And I'm scared, scared of your eyes
Because they'll convince me to go out tonight
And I don't wanna leave my apartment
We can sit on your porch and we'll go to my show
And I'm playin so drunk as if I were at home
But it's just cause I'm nervous that you'll hate my songs
That you'll leave when I tell you all that I've done wrong
And my voice it is wavering, you smile and I'm shaking
Later I'll feel your leg on my hip when Doug plays
He is gutting my stomach
Swanny luv, that one does it
And I hate the mornings, but he's changing my feelings
And you sit, changing them too
I would set my alarm just to wake up with you
And you lay, perfect and blue
I would go to the booth to cast my vote for you
My vote's for you
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