Sounded like a seagull, turned out to be a siren Not the good kind, red and blue swine I've got too many problems, they never seem to end It all depends on what you call a problem And when you meet your ending will Peter be demanding One more question like what about the women
Leaving on your arm, did she let you drive her car
How did you handle it, probably fucked it up 'n' shit Ice cream covers both your arms hiding all them pretty scars The ones worn as a prize, text me, babe, come back inside Clutched tight in memory, it's so hard not to be there Lost in a fearsome tumult, longing becomes too tremendous Please, overlook these filthy rags stupid quarrels
And let's play, I didn't know what to say
When she brought him to our wedding, guess I was fucking laughing I remember every (?) everything (?) I was a (?) all back down with fucking laughing I ain't (?) (?) (?) I meet you later, (?) I meet you later