i won t wish for kids cuz i will break like glass and i wish i d win to 6099 charts i can find diamonds on a saturday in a pot hole or down the backstreets of los angeles and my stomach aches with jokes and jealousy and i wake at three i wish you were next to me and it multiplies and i ve seen six years of these time bombs and let it go fears it s my sin i m into him i am into him if i knew i was sinning it would happen again it s happening again are you a poet too or someone who wants it through we ll take me down and down and down into a sweet rose oh the fall in st augustine three days once a year of green i pass the fruit stands and idle cars i can find diamonds on a saturday in a pot hole or down the backstreets of los angeles it s my sin i m into him i am into him if i knew i was sinning it would happen again it s happening again
['deep indie rock']