Contractions

(Walkie talkies and) bicycles and flashlights
(To tell the truth) we have been super 8 crushes like
(On second thought) how 'bout we hide you in the basement?
(Everything sorted) with a nostalgic arrangement
Walkie talkies, bicycles, flashlights
Cigarettes, cheap beer, getting high
Our first thought, exercise patience
Firewood, library books, brave men

I'm working on celebrating this Valentine's Day
On October 31st with candy consumption until I buy
The razor blade and my major malfunction cause for some stitches
To sew the corners of my mouth
(Now a mask is exhibited and thus)
Needed to hide my ugly and hideous face away from the audience
Obviously I'd leave them astonished, awful and ominously
I'd thought by the offering of my queen and her house
Wriggling my life how I'm wanting to live her life
So exhausting and downright haunting
I'm flaunting around the stage as if she were just my accomplice
And magic is what I gave to these lords and their ladies
Save me, I'm drowning within this tank
It's not entertainment enough to save you the trouble, well thanks
I guess not because you are fixed with those eyes and that evil gaze without blinking
You hope that I will expire or pass away right in front of you all like Jesus Christ, saving (trust me, I get it)
Welcome to the birth of Cupid, he's riveting and coping set in

(Walkie talkies and) bicycles and flashlights
(To tell the truth) we have been super 8 crushes like
(On second thought) how 'bout we hide you in the basement?
(Everything sorted) with a nostalgic arrangement
Walkie talkies, bicycles, flashlights
Cigarettes, cheap beer, getting high
Our first thought, exercise patience
Firewood, library books, brave men