Lawncare

Lyrics

In between the torn bedsheets Of rumor and suggestion In between your face and mine Small diagrams I stop for a tiny paper cup Once for wine And jaws that shut Should've washed teeth We bored it out Fall from our breasts On the dancefloor door Would your stride force my mind? Stationary bikes line the beach front The digested animal Hold your mother, dance through the kitchen Two weeks and it's so cute