Nocona George - Pine Weevil

Oh to sit so sweet on the mill side porch with the pine weevils and cypress beetles
But each day i'm born again to you

Heat on the breath from an oaken barrel
Small talk shouldn't be so sterile
Bozhe moi
Petit mal
You only drink mezcal

As I walk by
Dogs in the nighttime croon

I'm just some guy
Coy
Dumb
Motherfucker
Howling at the moon

In the mornings i'm too tired to really care
But say i do
I come through for you

In the mornings i'm too tired to really care
But say i do
I come through for you

A domovoy in your backroom
Clicks its teeth, runs from vacuums,
Wary of the looks you're setting free

Can it sense the nerves
Can it feel the steel bending so
Does it want me to go

Oh it can sense im nervous
It can sense im nervous
You can sense im nervous
It can sense
Holy shit

Self-described nice guy
Callous
Dumb
Motherfucker
Sitting in his room

In the mornings
I'm too tired to really care
But say i do
I come through for you

In the mornings
I'm too tired to really care
But say i do
I come through for you

You get what you want sometimes
You get what you want sometimes
You get what you want sometimes

Written by:
Sam Beck

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