He (Tommy Cantwell)

Didn't write this song just to get you to fuck I just kind of wanna have you in the back of my truck Cuz I'm still around starin' at you just bein' celibate I keep doin' it forever man just for the hell of it And I'm not trying to talk really loud But being around you is like being surrounded in clouds And you don't know how hard I try not to sound Like I know your name already, I'm not really profound I'm not really verbose and I'm just playin' around But I see you at shows so am I gaining some ground yet? (Swag swag swag (who's my daddy?) (laser guns) ( check your window) Swag) Boy, I don't even know what you were thinkin' When you said "Hey Kitty could you fill up my drink?" So I went into the kitchen, spent some time at the sink Now I'm handin' it to you, dammit Sam stop winkin Just don't ask me what was in it, I see you gettin' sleepy I tried to write a love song that wasn't this creepy But I gotta be true to my art And soon you'll be exactly like Elizabeth Smart Now I'm in control of what it says on your charts When the nurse is checking on your pulse and vitals and heart and shit Oh your heart (aww) I wanna part of it Now I wanna get into the very heart of this You'll never hear this, it's disheartening My eyes keep undressing and my knives keep sharpening And every time I see you it's a lil bit startling The butterflies or demons or whatever start garglin' The blinds wide open so we can see you in the dark when you sleepin' Your body fresh out of the shower You touch yourself after hours Chill out You're sleepin' alone Check your window, check your window, we're at your window This might be a bad start to get off to But i really didn't mean to acost you I just really like your hair and how it's all slick and stuff I spilled a lil of your blood I kind of want to lick it up But I guess that wouldn't be vegan So let's just drive around and listen to Sarah and Tegan You don't even know me this is only a dream And I'm just thinkin' of your eyes nothing to do with your semen 1,2 you're the boy that I want 3,4,5,6,7, shit It's the bullet if you say no after all this And I just couldn't take it you're so motherfuckin gorgeous You're the boy that I want 3,4,5,6,7, shit Solve equations baby you're my square root And I feel a lil weird thinkin' that you're this cute