welcome to bangkok

I hope that you like it in your little motel 
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and
Thats why its nice to be by yourself

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We treat mishaps like sinking ships and 
I know that I don’t want to be out to drift
Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
They both tell me that we’re better than this

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think that there was an insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I’m very sorry

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

It rained and its over a shooting star 
Landed directly on our broke down little car
We fold and we had made a wish 
That we would be missed
If one another just did not exist

Cause thats what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting on, aren’t we?
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for darlin’

That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for aren’t we? 

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Modest Mouse

this goes with my post right before this

because i love you so much darlin.

tbc

Black blood and old new agers
When will it become waivers?
Shickleficks throughout the ages
I’ve written a lot of pages

Fed up with all that LSD. Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. Late nights with warm, warm whiskey. I guess the good times, they were all just killing me. Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. The good times are killing me. Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug. The good times are killing me. 

We all know and love this Isaac Brock