UT Kirin - Sweet Missouri lyrics

Lafayette, you called me? Wine cellar, oh well I guess he's had his fix of red and gone on off to bed But we'll get house tickets, Calvin Harris Wishing he was not a mess So we could get him up at nine for cla** You know I love the way that two within a double Can make each other Feel as though they didn't grow up all alone, but with a brother So where's my southern twin? I think I'm owed at least an evening long companion Form a band, try to score a show off campus Try to score the soundtrack of her life in c-major ballads My first time in Austin didn't go the way I wanted 50/50 nights on couches, wondering if I should have tried The cheap coffee and marijuana And if you're so inclined We could leap through puddles, neverminding Post-break exam dates, internship applications You never have to lie, I know you won't be coming back after April And this year you burned And I'll stay lit And I will keep you alive late Thursday nights Around an empty handle Where I'll tell stories of your life as it was filtered through my eyes