I met you in the house,
You said you were homesick.
I responded "you look good a cricket"
Turns out you're alright.
Do you remember by the lamp,
We found what we were worth,
As we danced not to touch the earth.
Perhaps we never came down.
Some get the heebie-jeebies,
When they see you in CBGBs,
Sleeping and taking all that GHB.
But you don't scare me.
It's not about you,
It's not about me,
It might not be about anyone, But that's ok.
