Front Bottoms Rhode Island Lyrics

I wonder how that bike trip's going
I wonder if the government knows he’s hiding
It’d probably take a few more months
Florida’s a long way from Rhode Island

I watch her rest her hands inside her lap
I try to focus hard cause her eyes don’t make the frame
I try to work up the courage to kiss the bottom half of
her face
And Mora cut her hair in Baltimore right before I left
I watch her sitting by herself, talking to herself,
Breathing calmly, then try to catch her breath.

Casanova just can’t turn the charm on
Or find any of the right vibrations
I know these women if he don’t wanna do it
Then they are probably just gonna make him
You can never tell when they're f*cking around

Everything you’re feeling is common
Even though you never felt so alone
I could probably catch a ride to your house And borrow a bike to get back home

She says you gotta promise not to break
No matter how far you are bent
She says I gotta shift my position and try to get
comfortable again
We both choose the same tone,
mine was an alarm clock ringing from a cell phone
Mouth the words to me so we can keep things quiet
And I’ll still know exactly what you mean.

And it is probably just my friends f*cking around.
Yeah, it is probably just my friends f*cking around.
They never cut me any slack.
It’s just my friends f*cking around.

And it is probably just my friends f*cking around.
Yeah, it is probably just my friends f*cking around.
They never cut me any slack.
It’s just my friends f*cking around.

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