My First Earthquake Sweet Frown Lyrics

I swear I dreamed you up last week and when I found
your image tweaked
I said can't we just get along

An undone song tags along
Shoed in Keds, flees your head
Incomplete half-formed feet
Leaves your lips, leather nips

I swear I found you at my fingertips,
thinking this was something that shouldn't be wrong

Smiling strong, front tooth gone
Crooked grill, window sill
Holds a plant, baskets can't
Deemed unpure, fishing lure

I swear I thought we met before,
I heard a ring you knocked my door
And now I know which way to go, dear.

I swear we kissed at parties past.
You winked at me. I pinched your ass
And now I know which class you are, dear.

I think I dreamed my bedroom clean
But when I woke, the trash had teamed
I thought can't we just get along?

Run the seams, smile-sent beams
Light the way, trust no ray
Pay for paved, play it saved
Films get clipped, waiters tipped.

I think I found you using q-tips
thinking this was something that shouldn't be wrong

Fingers ring, words slurring
Real life twice, gambler's dice
Motor bikes, poor man's dyke
Anti-leak, parrot's beak. I think I sinked three ships last week,
I burnt a bridge and climbed a peak
And now I know, how not to make friends

I think I called your girlfriend fat and stole a song
from Ratatat
And now I know what lawsuits feel like

[Chorus] Ain't nothing but a little bite of sugar
Can make these words go down
Ain't nothing but a little bite of sugar
Will make it sweet to taste this frown

I feel I dream I screwed the team
but when I woke, my cleats were clean
I thought, I did it just for the song

Clothes breed rips, babes from hips
Blamed too much, bought for touch
Bear-like back, sweaters lack
Threadbare kiss, part-time bliss.

I feel the kiss was the right dismiss
but there's always nothing you read straight wrong.

All done song, tags along
Not questioned, tests done run
Chorus tossed, lyrics lost
Comprehend, at the end.

I feel I've been a naughty friend
I robbed your coat and stole your pen
And now I know what karma writes like

I feel the sand beneath my toes
The hours pass, the tension grows
And now I know why day trips take long.