paroles de chanson Objects - Infinite Disease

(On some lovey dovey shit
Let's get it
This type of shit you have to ride with someone
Someone's in the passenger seat
It's gonna be real fucking cool
Real fucking cool)

How'd we end up here?
Writing to you dear
Biting on your ear
(Biting on your ear, oh, biting on)

Bike lane make me steer
Driving off the fear
Rushing off like queer
You don't call me weird
Bump this shit going deaf, can't hear
Need you right here near
Not a pervert don't touch the rear view mirror
Not perfect
This we made clear
Show me yourself
Objects may-

Objects may be closer than they appear
Objects may be closer than they appear
Objects may be closer than they appear

Windshield wipers wipe away the mist
Steam don't settle down, breathe that
Smell it in
Pungent odors what I'm left with
Until next year
Brush away them tears
Oh

Objects may be closer than they appear
Objects may be closer than they appear

How'd we end up here?
Writing to you dear
Oh
Biting on your ear
Hold my hand, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh