Lyrics and Chords of Collection

Artist:David F. Bello




This late at night it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not.
I need to sleep with our seatbelts fucking,
The trees are people watching, jerking off
To our faces and our parts.

You’re barely 20, your father’s a cop.
He has some guns and if you turn their safeties off

I know which one your room is,
Should I knock, should I knock?

In the home of burning couches and five bucks a cup,
I’ll use The Facebook to look you up.

I can sneak in past the trees.
I can sneak in:
Through the deck.

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