Doors are Harder to Slam in the Summer
by Sex Positions· from Self-Titled
It's not what you said,
it's how you said it.
It's not what you wear,
it gives me this certain air
Drives me one way crazy.
It'll never be you,
and neither will I.
But then again
I'm not trying
Half as hard as you.
As you fall asleep and the wood creaks
Does it bother you to know that you'll die alone?
As the wood creaks and as you fall asleep
Does it bother you to know that you'll die alone?
You. Will. Die. Alone.