Late-Night Delivery - KIT

Shut your lips for the sake of the friendship
It's a sullen lie that you tell when you're high
Well you're a very dear friend and I love you so much
But don't get me started
Don't get me started
I've got a million stories I could tell when I'm drunk
You were vehemently denying you were faking the funk
I got nothing to say to you
Well I wish you would

Keep in touch
Take your pulse and a bottle and maybe start to trust your own brain
Let it set you free
Feel the music vow of poverty
Keep in touch
Lose the collar, take your glasses off
Distant thunder
We were bored and blond
We were canonizing debutantes
We never wasted time
But we know that it's fading in abating light

Mother me, what's become of the family
There's a festering sore underneath of the floorboards
I could use a good laugh
Hand on the wheel
I got a box of cheap wine
Could I make you a deal?
And we'll head on down the road we'll take 15 and south
Til we're burning by the pool and foaming out of our mouths
I've got nothing to say to you
I've got nothing to say to you
Well I wish you would

Keep in touch
Take your pulse and a bottle and maybe start to trust your own brain
Let it set you free
Feel the music vow of poverty
Keep in touch
Lose the collar, take your glasses off
Distant thunder
We were bored and blond
We were canonizing debutantes
We never wasted time
But we know that it's fading in abating light
We never wasted time
But we know that it's fading in abating light

Written by:
Peter Hassett

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