Fresh Green at the Gallery Lyrics – Max Bennett Kelly
I love the way your hair looked
When you went down on me
You in your bag now
See you around, maybe
Okay, I’m teed up, had a bit
Tried to stay ahead of it
Felt lame by the open bar
It was the same shit
At the house on 6th street
In my t-shirt
That you tried to keep
Okay I’m up, down, making rent
Take a fit and make it red
You’re not what you think you are
So why am I still human?
The seconds tick in spite of my excuses
You walk right into it
Red dots in my iPhone
Thought you fell asleep on the drive home
Gee, thanks
Didn’t need to say it, but it’s nice to know
It’s nice to know that
You’re happy
To see the tour bus
The distance
Between the two of us
I peeled out, Challenger
Yeah, I got the talent, sure
And a factory-sealed guitar
So please, do you feel guilty?
You blot me out with bleach, but I’m still filthy
Well, that’s what it’s about
Red dots in my iPhone
Thought you fell asleep on the drive home
Gee, thanks
Didn’t need to say it, but it’s nice to know
It’s nice to know that
Red dots in my iPhone
Thought you fell asleep on the drive home
Gee, thanks
Didn’t need to say it, but it’s nice to know
It’s nice to know that
Thank God for the time
But fuck me, you were everything
Thank God for the time
But fuck me, you were everything
Red dots in my iPhone
Thought you fell asleep on the drive home
Gee, thanks
Didn’t need to say it, but it’s nice to know
It’s nice to know that
Red dots in my iPhone
Thought you fell asleep on the drive home
Gee, thanks
Didn’t need to say it, but it’s nice to know
It’s nice to know that
