Done With Bits

Bits
I'm done with skits
And every little part I played
Running late or
Running away

Walking
Sometimes we lay
Overthrown, on little couch

Little days they mean so much right now
And we're back to ourselves

What's the point of being alone
You're the rock that holds the window
Open on a warm day

Find
Soft yellow light
Sorry, it's not all the time
I like to go swimming in your ultramarine eyes
I think I can keep this up
Cause I have the body and constitution
For your love
Daisy chain my
Wrist to yours

I don't care if you open a book
I don't care if you close the tab
I don't care if you have the money
For a girl like — that
Oooh
I don't care if you show up late
I don't care that you drive too fast
I bet we couldn't bet we couldn't bet we couldn't do it again