mouthbreather

see you at the bar with my ex-girlfriend

hanging off her arm fresh off the boat

not sick of new york letting it show you off

like a shivan dragon

brine in my gut feeling like a slut

knife song again knife song again

smooth my brow across the floor

and lift my chin they'd introduce me

i think i like you

i think i like you

i think i like you

i'm leaking pheromones

and she's super stoned

she'll be taking me back to her spot

iron out some kinks

make some flower drinks

watch a paul walker film while we make out

wonder if he got bored too

she thinks i watch the tv to last long

but he doesn't bore me

doesn't bore me like her

i think i like you

i think i like you

i think i like you