Pet Milk from Pathetique by sneaky sugars

I didn’t know we were allowed
To spend a day walking around
Without a destination
Just a wayward inclination

Ducking into coffee shops for surreptitious water stops
You can take me anywhere
You can tell me anything

White wine
Staring at the skyline

Cracked up
Fernet in my cup

I had a dream that you were calling me from outer space
Telling me about the places I could never go
I know

The streets are shining like they’re made of gold
Would you put your hands on my hands, cuz they’re freezing cold

Why would a million people move to city built directly on a fault line
That could slip at any time?

I see inauspicious signs in airport lines
And tell myself I’m crazy, I just need to see my baby

Blown fuse, I saw sparks
You were out of reach in the dark

I hope that when it comes the end will be as smooth as ice
Melting in a whiskey glass
Softening the blow,
Oooohhhh
I know

The streets are shining like they’re made of gold
Would you put your hands on my hands, cuz they’re freezing cold

Tell me when it’s gonna end
It’s gotta end
It has to end

Tell me when you’re gonna leave
And when you leave
Just stay instead

Do you want another drink, or should we pay the tab and leave?
Maybe one more
Baby, one more

The streets are shining like they’re made of gold
Would you put your hands on my hands, cuz they’re freezing cold

Don’t move move, he just left
And the crosswalk sign has seven more seconds

Keep it cool, baby hold steady
Red stoplight, I miss you already

• Alternative
• bedroom
• lofi
• shitty punk
• Austin