—I MISS YOUR FACE LIKE HELL

 

Tripping

 

Set us in the cove

bald as fish

bald everywhere

we don’t care

it doesn’t matter

because it matters

feeling a little rich right there

yeah there

your lips liquid air

dripping like that

has me kinda tripping like that

gonna swim like a beaver

not ever gonna leave here

sun ripe on our skin

feeling hot as sin

just look at that grin

the last wave’ll take us under

make us grateful make us younger

take a gulp and hold our breath

let the water do its best