Borrowed Standards - Switzerland

With stars in her eyes
And a bottle 'tween her thighs
She drinks to separate herself
Separate her from her from her life
With scars on his heart
And his belly on his mind
He eats to separate himself
Separate him from his life
Oh his wife is his hand
She's got cable On Demand
Poor little timbre boy
Could never be a man
Without her
Hit him in the back when he tries to sing your name
A sound she never utters 'cause it's better for her pain
Ask about her panic one hot morning in July
She said it might sound funny but it sounded like a lie again
Swallow every light and follow every sound
Looking for a friend when it's an enemy you've found
Go off into battle with your bong and shaky hands
He felt a bit like Germany
And she was Switzerland...

Written by:
Dylan Csincsa

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