Neil sits alone outside a motel in the summer He checks his phone, checks when a friend is coming over And with some make-up on he feels a flutter Wearing the dress he bought for his mother
Says his name is "Paul" as he slips under the covers He makes a joke about how fucking ain't for lovers He feels the lord's embrace in the rubber He's calling Jesus's name into the covers
Some things feel like a revelation But we all grow and decompose just the same No it's not the hurting part that heals But I know that we'll all be okayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.