Album: Bug

The Post

Eyed it, dried it, untied it.
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it.
Paste it, traced it, erased it.
She's my Post to Lean on,
And I just cut her down.
So I'm out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a girl will come to me at the ground.
Eyed it, dried it, untied it.
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it.
Paste it, traced it, erased it.
She's my post to lean on,
and I just cut her down.
So I'm out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a girl will come to me at the ground.
She's my post to lean on,
and I just cut her down.
So I'm out to land on somethin'
Hopefully a girl will come to me at the ground.