Dyke Drama In Your Truck
Sidestep the puke and broken glass--
No longer tied to that track
Suicidal patterns get hung out in the past
In your truck, I feel the rush
My blood is hot with what we've done
In my head
Since I got into this mess
All I want to say is do you feel the way
We share this space?
But all I'm gonna say is "hey"
And if I spit it out
You'll be sweet
When you let me down
It's not the silence I can't take
It's the sad look on your face
It's the way we sit and talk like everything's ok
All I want to say is do you feel the way
We share this space?
But all I'm gonna say is "hey"
Say the god damn thing
Just say the god damn thing