Hustlin' out of your garage,
it never takes us far.
My hands are in your hair,
now it's all up in the air...
Hard love in your garage,
hey now, we are what we are.
And it's okay darling,
for the stage you're in,
'cause you're still shedding
so much skin.
Push the blood to the tendon -
lend me a hand, save Sunday
for sleeping in.
When the rhythm hits
and the syllables split,
I'm just trying you.
If I get to heaven,
or, if I could only
just get the hell on
out of here,
it would be
'cause I followed you.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
Hustlin' out of your garage,
it never takes us far.
My hands are in your hair,
now it's all up in the air...
Hard love in your garage,
hey now, we are what we are.
And it's okay darling,
for the stage you're in,
'cause you're still shedding
so much skin.
Push the blood to the tendon -
lend me a hand, save Sunday
for sleeping in.
When the rhythm hits
and the syllables split,
I'm just trying you.
If I get to heaven,
or, if I could only
just get the hell on
out of here,
it would be
'cause I followed you.
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