Bluegrass

bluegrass on a hill
he's taking me home in his hoard.
he wears rosy lips
my fingertips say "please go away."

well i say you in candy stripes
i said "oh my good day." and "oh my goodnight."
and i waiting here for you to ask me a simple request
simple at best

looking here all around
it's just the same shit as it was a year ago
and we all know alive comes from the sun

well he wrote a song
that i wear on my sleeve
he wrote a song
he wrote a song
that i wear on my sleeve
that i wear on my sleeve