Lyrics Warm Bread - Bonus

In my arm, sleep through alarms
We are loafs of sunlit warm bread

In my car, after the bar
I could die, day done, mind right

Veins in your heart, pours of your art
I could die, have I told you

That cliche, that one old-timey thing that they say
Time stands still, and I know you gotta go back to school

Fuck school