The Kid Who Had His Ear Slapped by the Druggist - Meet Me In St. Louis

I paint pictures

Of lovers under my eyelids

They remind me

That if I’m not careful i’ll be

A bitter, cynic, sceptic

Singing lemon symphonies to myself

Hear me out

I’m still playing hide and seek without you

Hear me out, hear me out

Hear me out

I want you to find me ready or not

Please will you come out and count down from now

And when you find me lets pretend that we’re in love

Lets be forever

Or most of the summer

I’ll take your picture

Can I be your favourite

Sunshine blonde?

Your favourite sunshine blond

Favourite sunshine blond

Favourite sunshine blond

Favourite sunshine blond

Favourite sunshine blond

Favourite sunshine blond

Favourite sunshine blond

Your intricacies amaze me

Lets change the batteries on my thrift store vocabulary

Your beautiful imperfections still remind me

Of the way things should have been ages ago

Hear me out

If you’re listening I’d better explain myself

Honestly I hope I don’t let you down

History had better keep the noise down

While I carefully give you all the details

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well

Fuck it, might as well