Letras
I saw you there over the blue square boulevard
Ducking in and out of trees
Inching closer to the slow sign that stood there
Swaying in the breeze
You're not looking as it hits you
Now I'm starting to miss you
I look back
I wish I could kiss you
I hate you 'cause you suck at skiing
Now I sit here
Staring at my ceiling
Hoping and longing that you're not bleeding
From that fucking slow sign
(Woo)