Oxygal - Speedy Ortiz

It’s only the old boys who call through the trees

Sucking the mist up, I guess it was real

And they’ve got guns

Now I don’t hear them

Having shut the shades and secured locks on every door I can lock

Sure that if I second guess my work and stick my head out

It’ll blow off in one shot

And who wants to sleep by her who death becomes

Someone who sleep with her neck in reverse

It’s only me

You look at me, I turn around and wonder am I dreaming

Nidgeting a startled pulse out of a little calf with your knee

I foresee us undercover faking darker habits

Better call it off before me

Or be in this picture with me

This picture with me

Or be in this picture with me

This picture with me

Fell for a bone bag who sank into my stream

Now you better dry off so nobody sees

It’s only the old boys who reserve the rooms

And it’s only oxygal accepts the key

Solve for a way to stifle the mim

Gets so complacent when he swallows my fingers

Did all I could just to keep you around

So while you stand around

Be in this picture with me

This picture with me

Be in this picture with me

This picture with me

Fell for a bombshell who tripped in my street

Now we better part ways so nobody sees

Sucking the mist up, I guess it was real

Good thing I taught you the backstroke you hate