David F. Bello - Make It Three lyrics

And I tripped a little bit on the stairs just now And I planned it to go To trendy arty, arty, arty, arty, arty, arty underground And I feel like getting a little bit closer to the sun tonight And you're thinkin' the same plan could be right The same plan could be right Symmetrical matching can only go so far And bros before hos Goes out windows Before I even get to the door of the bar From eight to two or three, I'm late To a test in prehistory Watching is learning And borrowing is stealing And notching with burning is following not a real thing So carry me to a chair I'll set up two green beds I have a way to stare I hope it works with two heads Make it three tonight And I'm gussying myself up And hoping you're not a born-again Christian I'm gussying myself up And hoping you're not a born-again Christian Left my friends at a party And I wish they'd all come along And I wish the Clarks Would shut up for 10 minutes So I can finish this f**ing song With a free magic hat and Seeing Cooper at a table I think I am young and I am able To come up with things better than this But I'm not better than this No I am not better than this