Red rover, red rover, send milo on over I haven't held their hand since early october And they've got my g.l.o.s.s. shirt but They mailed it back And it smelled like their sweat and The diner they work at Reminds me of 3am, southern Oregon Pulled over on I-5 to get even more high than this All the stars overhead should know better than this Your quick beating heart is one thing I miss Blackberry malt liquor, fucked up expectations of starting over You hide the plants on your dashboard I fix your car with tin foil And you know I know by the weight of your Head on my chest, tonight, this is enough And you'll wrap my 3 dollar studded belt Around my neck and I'll watch the whole room go dark Without turning the lights out Feel your way through the dark Shotgun beers in the park To moonlight, grab your bike I swear this night's not over