Pontiac, MI - Into It. Over It.
You've saved me a place
In a circle made of ashes
Making up favors in
The bottoms of easter baskets
But a quiet kiss on
The cheek is all I'll get
You say that it's hoes
Before bros in Pontiac
It's this couch
That I'm be sleeping on
Familiar revolver of patterned behavior
I've got a bottomless pocket
Of well thought out complements
And an admirable hunger
For everything in your fridge
But it's this couch
That I'll be sleeping on
It's this couch
That I'll be sleeping on
