Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
I woke up from a dream of leather
We were together, now we're apart
You stood me up at my birthday party
You went to porno next to the bar
I got picked up in the hotel ballroom
You dressed a cowboy, I was a jock
Inside the makeshift changing station
Where you undid me, hard as a rock
I woke up from a dream of leather
Coffee and Tumblr, vape in my vest
Black boots on elliptical trainer
Love for the DJ under the decks
We flew to Spain just to see Conchita
Rockin' outside in a four-story mall
Great-grandma didn't pay much attention
To dark rooms and tapas and miniature golf
Here's a closet full of functional clothing
From church to eagle, worship and prey
I told the grunt from the greyhound station
You can come over but you can't stay
I woke up from a dream of leather
Looked at the weather, went back to bed
Across the room there's a worn-out play sheet
Tops and their bottoms, condoms and PrEP