dress me down

I built my aspirations
cramped up in a trunk
while you drove me through
the suburbs to your house.

They were snoring out their prayers
while we were sneaking upstairs.
When we fucked, I was as
quiet as a mouse.

Oh yeah?

Pretending that we're surfing
on the covers of your bed,
while the raindrops are stuck
crying down the glass.

My cheeks are pink from blushing
while the blood in me is rushing
to regain my element
of unfound class.

Oh yeah.

The sun has started rising
while we're driving to the beach,
chasing visions like the
pattern's gonna end.

You have stardust in your eyes
from all your staring at the skies,
like painted lightning bolts,
there's nothing to pretend.

Oh.

Yeah.