i could imagine you and me
like cotton candy under
pink neon lights
and sometimes i'm not sure if i'm hitting on you
or your girlfriend
or your brother
and by the way
i ****** your brother
he was okay
i'm just sitting here with my electric cigarette
like everyone else
i smell like pale rain
and you smell like upper middle class
it wouldn't be true if i said i care
and i mean, i care