That middle school end of day bell,warm sunshine on your shoulders before someone picks you up feeling.

If your drinking than i'm buying
let us shed your doppelbock cares away
i could live in your imaginations blight
even if only for a starstruck day
we would lay down on your unmade bed
cradle each other in this starving night
i could live within that circular saw moment
if you're a postal package parcel
there's no doubt that i would expedite