[Verse 1]
It's only the old boys who call through the trees
Sucking the mist up, I guess it was real
And they've got guns
Now I don't hear them
Having shut the shades and secured locks on every door I can lock
Sure that if I second guess my work and stick my head out
It'll blow off in one shot
[Verse 2]
And who wants to sleep by her who death becomes?
Someone who sleeps with her neck in reverse
It's only me
You look at me, I turn around and wonder am I dreaming?
Nidgeting a startled pulse out of a little calf with your knee
I foresee us undercover, faking darker habits
Better call it off before me
[Chorus]
Or be in this picture
This picture with me
Be in this picture
This picture with me
Fell for a bone bag who sank in my stream
Now, you'd better dry off, so nobody sees
[Verse 3]
It's only the old boys who reserve the rooms
And it's only Oxygal, accepts the key
Solve for a way just to stifle the mim
Gets so complacent when he swallows my fingers
Did all I could just to keep you around
So while you stand around
[Chorus]
Be in this picture
This picture with me
Be in this picture
This picture with me
Fell for a bombshell who tripped in my street
Now, we'd better part ways, so nobody sees
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
Sucking the mist up, I guess it was real
Good thing I taught you the backstroke you hate