Texty: Chin Up Chin Up. This Harness Can't Ride Anything.

We need ice picks to share these houses on the beachfront
where tits cling and time is empty
your trap is a town
in the daylight, in the daylight
i'll come home, i'll come home quickly

and i see them run and i see them run
i am empty
and we watch them run and we watch them run
you're stealing legs from me
everyone's afraid of one-night plays where they can't be who they want to be

oh, this harness can't ride anything,
through the sunsets and dry humps, a
and i left outlets hidden underneath your thighs.

we need driveways to be kinder on the asphalt where lips shine and time is empty
your trap is a town
in the daylight, in the daylight,
i'll come home, i'll come home quickly

we are one-night stands that can't walk away.
harnesses that can't hold weight