I'm sorry i'm here
It's late but i'm cold and i can't get my car on the road
I feel at home here
It's 10pm and i'm bored of reading communist blogs on my phone
But there is a finite amount of me
And this is such a fine night
I love it when you come over to my house
Phone broke so then i go home
In my sleep i was touched by the ghost of josh groban
First hand account, my first band
These cursed boy's thoughts, will my conservative friends understand
How cold the winter evenings are now
How warm the conversations
And i can hear you breathing when i listen close
But we should stop right now
Cause we can do it when you come over to my house