Has Your Boyfriend Lost His Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight_ - Tullycraft

Let’s write it down before we both forget

Arresting photos but the stories are the language that we speak

We wrapped ourselves in borrowed attitude

You and me, we’re the same

A brief collision then we clipped our wings

We traded tapes, you sent me «Blood on Brighton Beach» from '96

Then every consonant became a vowel

It’s not so easy to blame

At least I’m finding out

At least I’m finding out

Tell me what you wanna do

Our friends think that we’re reckless and we both think that we’re done

We’re singing tell me what you wanna do

Listen, this car’s gonna crash

There’s nothing we can do about it

Some kind of nervous 'til the tension breaks

And then instinctively you reaffirm the fears I thought I’d beat

We counted paces but we’ve yet to draw

Unmistakably styled

We’re running out of days, I need to know

Has your boyfriend lost his flavor on the bedpost overnight?

Perfectly appalled and unimpressed

With barely more than a smile

At least I’m finding out

At least I’m finding out

Tell me what you wanna do

Our friends think that we’re reckless and we both think that we’re done

We’re singing tell me what you wanna do

Listen, this car’s gonna crash

There’s nothing we can do about it

When every other routine fades away

It’s just another day without us