Neil Hilborn - Static Electricity | Текст песни

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In second grade,
We did an experiment with static electricity:
We rubbed balloons on our heads,
And stuck them to walls.

And kissing you,
Is kinda like that:
My hair stands on end,
I get shocked when I touch things,
And I want to tell you STUPID stuff,
Like,
Kissing you,
Is a bundle of kittens,
Colliding with my face,
At point five miles an hour.

It's like being shot by a dart gun
Made of hummingbirds,
That shoots darts
Made of hummingbirds.

And your lips are so soft,
I can't actually tell when we're touching,
Like braiding hair underwater,
Or napping under a blanket filled with rainbows,
And clouds,
And your favourite books.

When you kiss me,
The cartoon devil and angel
On my shoulders,
Climb into my ears,
Lick all my neurons,
And start fucking
On my brain stem.

And if you were a
300 pound professional weight lifter,
And I were a Kia Sorento,
You could drag me ANYWHERE.

Kissing you is patient
And impossibly slow,
Like peeling paint off of a wall
With glittery stickers;
Or cooking a turkey with a lighter.

You remind me of the time when in
Second grade,
Bethany Hobcurk
Called me a freak-face
And stabbed me in the arm with a pencil,
'Cause kissing you is kinda like that:
Unhealthy,
And will probably end in disfigurement,
But baby,
Bring on the facial scars
And lead poisoning.
'Cause when you kiss me,
You are dangling me off a bridge
By my belt.

You are the screen door of my childhood,
All teeth and swinging,
So full of holes you can
Never keep anything in.

You are every black eye.
You are a semi truck,
And I am a turtle,
With two broken legs,
And a broken heart.

You are illegal fireworks,
Falling downstairs together,
Driving on four flat tires,
Playing frisbee at night with a saw blade,

Kissing you is like
Falling out of a 37 story window,
Exploding into a cloud of robins,
And reappearing on the ground
With my mouth full of feathers.

And when I can't kiss you,
I try to find the static electricity
In my apartment.
I dig around in wall sockets,
I change lightbulbs with my teeth,
And I make out with the toaster.

And I know we've only been seeing each other
For a couple of weeks,
But baby,
When you kiss me,
I can't remember my middle name,
Which one is my left foot.

So come over tonight.
We'll shuffle around the apartment
In our socks,
And we'll let our lips
Drift toward each other,
Like tectonic plates
Made out of kittens.

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