Four days in spain
smoky spain
and i take off again
then i take off again, smiling back
The engine is idling
and the car seems to be expanding
weird
Blindfolded kissing
looking for the truth in your tiny moves
i hate to loose
Four days in spain
spooky spain
and you're my missing thing:
too sweet and pointless
complete and somewhere else
I was sick of being asked
i didn't want to to anyways
sucking down mother's milk
singing my throat away
It's not an awful secret, you know
it's just a secret
spitting out your blue gum
kissing your breath away
I wanted you to sleep with her and
hate yourself instead of me
i wanted you untrue,
hating yourself like me
After all, what am i missing
i haven't missed before,
sucking down the precious lies
i should have swallowed way before?