Glued
Nathan Williams, Zach Hill
The sun's soaked yellow-gloom
The moon's just black and blue
I'd wait for, I'd wait for
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
I'd melt into my shoes
I slip and slide on glue
My skin felt scratched and bruised
I'd wait for, I'd wait for
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
I'd melt into my shoes
Melt into my shoes
Melt into my shoes for you
My brain's so stuck; it's glued
And I am insincere
I'd wait for, I'd wait for
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
I'd melt into my shoes
Melt into my shoes
Melt into my shoes for you
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou