Sweat on the neck,
Loving you like a train
That wrecks,
Up to my neck in the middle
Of June, told you goodbye,
But it won’t be the last time.
Do you like the play,
Or am I made of clay?
I’m walking not on the
Moon but into you,
And are you coming down,
Making loud sounds,
Sweat on the neck,
No play like decks
We don’t live that kind
Of life around here,
When u gonna get out of
Bed, cause we are together in
My head, kids growing older,
I’m not sober and its only Tuesday,
I want you, you’ve gotten away,
And I’m in your sway,
When we gonna find each other?
Neck sweat,
Taxi tales of leaving this town
And finding you again,
I’m burning up when you
Grow up and im in need of
Something new.