Thao

Oh, geography Is gonna make a mess of me Oh, geography Is gonna make a mess of me My my mouth A confessional cannon Run away from me With the most reckless of abandon Are you unhappy for me? I am unhappy for you All I can think to do Get you get you

Let's go home and eat sweet things Throw our arms across our eyes They are angry like motorcycles Tuck your chin and ride We are not so bad We are not so We are not so bad When we go When we go When we go We have burned our tongues While we burned yo

darling did you hate the way i made you travel all pain and scrapes scrapes and safety hazards we only only roll so far and then i rolled you from my zooman cup but i took a million looks how they ate me up made me heavy and for what but you float yo

I have seen fear and convenience I have never glimpsed a romance All my riches in the company van I drove much faster than the rain Then it hurts you In a new way In a new way In a new way Then it hurts you In a new way In a new way In a new way All

Beat my brow, beat my chest Beat the ones who love me the best Oh, how could they be liars They assured me health, life and fire Who, who ooh, hoo Who, who ooh, hoo Oh no, how can you stand it When I run, when I run like a bandit? I wear him like a h

You are strong, strong, strong Stronger than me With a heart much more Much more lovely, yeah And I reached high as high as I was able Such a small kid at the big kid table And you followed me into the forest Positioned and ready, ready for a kiss Bu

Oh no, Violet, don't you go Violet, Violet, don't you go (x2) I will keep my station wagon stationary And I will learn to juggle all the things we carry Must be hard on your bodyguards When you charge at icicles Eye level to your heart And then you s

toss up so you'll fall asleep cook you dinner but you would not eat your sharp mouth forgets when you swore god damn, you wouldn't do it again but i bend back with an eye for love and i take it on the chin and then i patch you up but all these years,

CHORUS 1: We are sore the length of our bodies We restore water we cry We are nothing if not your granddaughters We have been nothing but dignified CHORUS 2: We, we brave beestings and all and we don't dive, we cannonball and we splash our eyes full

I am all in a ball In your front yard I have this bag of hammers And I won't ask to come in 'Cause I have sold everything Still I have, have got some manners And there's a hole in your head Spilled your thoughts on the floor We wanted you bad You wan