Whiskey Ginger from Weird Fears by Mount Sharp

You should come home with me
My fingers are itching with all sorts of possibilities

Yeah it could be a disaster
But that’s the sort of news you need to know faster
Than the fabric of space and time today can show
But then you bend and girl I don’t care that I don’t know

You should come home with me
My fingers are itching with all sorts of possibilities

Girl with your thumbs on my hips
I don’t stutter and I don’t trip
I forget all about my drink
So that whiskey ginger’s not why I can’t think

You should come home with me
My fingers are itching to know what the future could be
You should come home with me
My fingers are itching to know all those possibilities

The sum of our quantum selves
Those bound for heaven, those already in hell
And the myriad futures into which we together might delve
With your breath in my ear how am I supposed to tell
If this will end well

You should come home with me
My fingers are itching to know what the future might be

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