David F. Bello - Collection lyrics

This late at night it's hard to tell what's real and what's not. I need to sleep with our seatbelts f**ing, The trees are people watching, jerking off To our faces and our parts. You're barely 20, your father's a cop. He has some guns and if you turn their safeties off I know which one your room is, Should I knock, should I knock? In the home of burning couches and five bucks a cup, I'll use The Facebook to look you up. I can sneak in past the trees. I can sneak in: Through the deck.