Boniface Oh My God
You're the kind of person I think I would like
If we met outside at a party
You're the water in a swimming pool
Steal my breath in late October
You're the crutches that they gave to me
When I broke my leg in middle school
The light beneath the door I used to see
When I tried to sleep in my first home
Oh my God
You're the watch that fell off someone else's wrist
You're the film nobody saw
They like it now
They're hypocrites
And you're the shit
Nobody gives
Just dying to call it what it is
But oh my God
How drunk am I
So drive me home and let it lie
Let it lie
You're the kind of person I think I could lose
If people saw what I can see in you
They'd break the surface and you'd have them then
Take them under and you're gonna know that
I'm trying hard not to lean on you
But I get more shaky with every step
The light beneath the door I strain to see gets dimmer every minute
Oh my God
You're the watch that fell off someone else's wrist
You're the film nobody saw
They like it now
They're hypocrites
And you're the shit
Nobody gives
Just dying to call it what it is
But oh my God
How drunk am I
Just drive me home and let it lie
Let it lie
Oh my God
You're the watch that fell off someone else's wrist
You're the film nobody saw
They like it now
They're hypocrites
And you're the shit
Nobody gives
Just dying to call it what it is
But oh my God
How drunk am I
So drive me home and let it lie
Let it lie
