Testo Unsalted Butter The Long Winters
Your eyes are shining
But itâs dark outside
Do you feel alright?
Making dinner dates?
What, are you blind?
I hold down two jobs just to keep one from flying
It was late, my mistake
A whole two hour left of daylight
My dinner date was hung-up on sun
If you think youâre gonna to be here long
Iâm gonna miss you so much when youâre gone
All that wasted time
They call it: Murdering your own apartment
Daylight glows
The patterning is desolate
Now itâs breakfast time
Youâre holding Hollywood above my head
Unsalted butter is my punishment
Iâm gonna miss you so much when youâre gone
My dinner date was hung-up on sun