Holding your hand
On the cold, brown vinyl seat
Brown sled speeding to sounds of Eliot
And each other's post-Christmas blues
Curry and Alcohol
Just go to the bank again
There's some more in there
There's some more in there
There's some more in there
I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you
I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you
If I hadn't gone a year ago
Hadn't turned around to meet you
Exchange tapes, to pour the wine
To show for you while she ignored you
You slept in my bed
You exist in my head
I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you
I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you