Magic City Wholesale

Crowd stale, Wholesale You're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet The wind shifts. I drift To autumn. I tell Dom what I see. She laughs at me. Blast beat. We retreat And it's a lonely street. The burden of circumvention But fractions Like us Fill cities and flats and cul de sacs so we yell over it (Suspend strumming while you sing) and have a laugh And it's a laughable scenario Peripheral motion picture show And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice (Suspend strumming while you sing) Tonight's a blue We meet You scare me See, I haven't met people from Maine and Athens, Georgia and Montreal And I'm dead, lips red Lickin sugar. I smile at everyone. Formulated fun