You Should See the Other Guy Songtext
von Knavery
You Should See the Other Guy Songtext
Rough jeans hanging out on the park swings
Bloody hands and scratched up knees
Until sundown, we sit side-by-side
And watch the full moon′s tide
Hanging halfway out the driver's side
Of your boyfriend′s Chrysler tomorrow night
They found my fingerprints on last week's bottle of Communion wine
I cherish never getting it right
I adore when you're not by my side
I love when you ask me for a ride
And nag me til I′m fried
I don′t remember what you asked of me
Coasting the pedal down Sycamore Street
And using, using, using me gets old after a while
But just a while
I don't wanna talk when I′m away
You no longer refer to me in a certain way
Lying in bed all day
I don't think I′m the same anyway
You scare off all the kids
That's what I like
And we both breathe paint
That we used on your bike
Numb like God′s hands when he taps out
Oxygen deprivation with a stupid pout
Plastic versus metal
I'm harmless, yet I still hold on
You're the hole inside my head
Where the ice pick should′ve gone
Metal versus ribcage
I′m heartless
Yet, I still hold on
I long for the day you wake up
Without my sweater on
Bloody hands and scratched up knees
Until sundown, we sit side-by-side
And watch the full moon′s tide
Hanging halfway out the driver's side
Of your boyfriend′s Chrysler tomorrow night
They found my fingerprints on last week's bottle of Communion wine
I cherish never getting it right
I adore when you're not by my side
I love when you ask me for a ride
And nag me til I′m fried
I don′t remember what you asked of me
Coasting the pedal down Sycamore Street
And using, using, using me gets old after a while
But just a while
I don't wanna talk when I′m away
You no longer refer to me in a certain way
Lying in bed all day
I don't think I′m the same anyway
You scare off all the kids
That's what I like
And we both breathe paint
That we used on your bike
Numb like God′s hands when he taps out
Oxygen deprivation with a stupid pout
Plastic versus metal
I'm harmless, yet I still hold on
You're the hole inside my head
Where the ice pick should′ve gone
Metal versus ribcage
I′m heartless
Yet, I still hold on
I long for the day you wake up
Without my sweater on
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