​humor (hah)

Lyrics

You're biting the ice spiced summer with the summer-time top-down Filling fool's gold, truth undiscovered in the underfed crop, now Gripping the sticks of the crypt that lifted your lips with a string Slipping to drinks, it's sick thinking, but you could still sing You don't know me, and this is all an act Searching for you in the refunds of my taxed back Checking the mail, set getting sales, saving to inhale your own gravestone Write on mine the times I was alive Collecting unsent texts from my paid phone I do love you, and I shouldn't have to prove that But, should never could've understood the loving movement in your tact Your sense of humor keeps me happy Your sense of humor keeps me sane Your sense of humor keeps me healthy Your sense of humor is in my name It's in my name So get on up, and come along Put in works and write your song Build a house and make it strong Just get on up and come along And come along