Kind Of Like Spitting On The Subject Of Her New Gold Star Lyrics

On The Subject Of Her New Gold Star Lyrics

We say I love you every time we hang the phone

But it's not like you're alone

A scene as awkward, but not really like an end

And it's not like we're just friends

So strange to really like him

So nice to see the joy that it brings

Right where you belong, not in these creepy songs with me

And when we hold that second longer chest to chest

I can feel your heart beating in your breast

To see your happiness is your truest gift

Like when you're on the phone with him and you bite your lip

So strange to change from a martyr into a person

Did you know you always helped keep me from slipping?

Right where you belong, not in these creepy songs with me