John Wilkes Kissing Booth - Kiss Of The Starving Cla** lyrics

Let the lightning come and the august fall In the broken down bathroom stall We made love like amatuers The thrift store bed still cracks and creeks Androids dream of electric sheep I dream you're here But it's just air Carl Jung whaddya make of this My plots take suspicious twists Non fiction becomes fiction Blah blah blah we make believe The things we love will never Black addiction to fiction Lightning comes-august falls Broken down stories that our eyes would write We had 45 good nights Yes i failed I failed you well Im still sojourning back from hell At least i tried We had 45 good nights The man that fell The man that crashed in your Kerosene-photographs Will crawl with pride We had 45 good nights