The Directory

Another broken nose
You’re sitting on your lawn
Candy didn’t soften in your palms
Oh, oh

I want to kiss so slowly
But don’t want to go home
Can’t intimate these shadows on my own
Oh, oh

An empire was growing in my head at night
At 1AM it laid down by my side
Oh, oh
Would you like to know?

Your scars are crumbs
The human tongue can never taste
By the time you feel it, it’s too late
Oh, oh

Where are my millions?

I want to kiss so slowly
But don’t want to go home
Don’t want to fight in cities on my own
Oh, oh

Where are my millions?