Texty: Old 97's. What I Wouldn't Do.

Cracking up on the radio
And a tunnel below the city
And I'm losing you cause you move to slow
I'm wishing you could keep up with me
I'm in love with you but I don't know why
You get so complicated
Though you have not left you have said goodbye
I'm wishing that we could have mated

What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do
What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do

Tearing it up on a thunderstorm
On a long red stretch of highway
And I'm wondering if I would be home
If it was anybody else's birthday
I'm in love with you but I killed myself
Trying to figure out how to do it
You're on a pedestal I'm on the edge of the shelf
You know I'm moving ever closer to it

What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do
What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do

What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do
What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do

What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do
What I wouldn't do to be friends with you
What I wouldn't do, what I wouldn't do