Oh God

Lyrics

It's getting crowded in here, I pick the skin off my lips I pick the straw out my drink, I put my hands on her hips It's getting partier and I've been dancing for hours If only the girls in here could hear me play piano I gave myself a month of high productivity And I stole a line from Nick Cave about her waving at me I stole a line from O.M. about wires under the sea I messaged every girl who had ever seemed into me I messaged every girl who's born in the same year as me I was born in the morning, but I died when she called me up At 9 A.M. her time, she checks my Facebook every night I can't sing like your husband, I can't sing like your cuckold I can't sing Winterreise or ILYH either I was born in the morning, but she was born in Thailand Now I can't stop my body, but she can't stop hers either