Last name you came back as a bad joke
As a bottle of gin as BOW MA ROTH
Tell me were you really flesh and bone
I keep searching for ways that your presence was known
I wish I had carved my bad poetry
Into your back while you were asleep
A little something to remind you of me
And something for her to hold onto
Day you came through on the radio
As the steam off my coffee its a fog I know
Tell me do you really wanna know?
There's still a space in my membrane
I wish I had carved my bad poetry
Into your back while you were asleep
A little something to remind you of me
And something for her to hold onto
It doesn't take much to take me back to you
Dancing in the street on your steel toed boots
Tell me do you think about it too
Or does it always mean nothing to you
I wish I had carved my bad poetry
Into your back while you were asleep
A little something to remind you of me
And something for her to hold onto
I wish I had carved my bad poetry
Into your back while you were asleep
A little something to remind you of me
To remind you of me
To remind you of me
Yeahhh