I keep having dreams, I’m in a race, car movie scene
The inside lane, I’m gaining speed, and then I just lose control
I wake up sweatin’, she’s still restin’, bet her head is full of blessings
She don’t ask herself these questions or see these ghosts
She’s Angelina, she’s a roman candle
I’m a bottle rocket burning up a cigarette
She’s a graduation picture on the mantle
I’m a dropout and she’s drop dead
We’re just like George and Tammy when they drank too much
Know a little something ‘bout love, hate, love
We tried to find a universe where laws of chemistry reverse
And touching fire doesn’t burn, but she still strikes me up
We’re like blue sky meeting thunder, I’m a loser, she’s in love
Try to keep it under cover, but she calls my bluff
She’s Angelina, she’s a roman candle
I’m a bottle rocket burning up a cigarette
She’s a graduation picture on the mantle
I’m a dropout and she’s drop dead
We’re just like George and Tammy when they drank too much
Know a little something ‘bout love, hate, love
She’s Tylenol to my fever, yeah, it hurts how much I need her
Always makes the bitter sweeter, man, it’s so unfair
She’s a now and I’m a later, no, we ain’t a match on paper
And we piss off all the neighbors, but we just don’t care
She’s Angelina, she’s a roman candle
I’m a bottle rocket burning up a cigarette
She’s a graduation picture on the mantle
I’m a dropout and she’s drop dead
We’re just like George and Tammy when they drank too much
Know a little something ‘bout love, hate, love
Other lyrics by Owen Riegling:
Anything But Me
I always thought that it was cool that you knew the words to quotes in movies Everyone at school, you’d make ’em laugh You’d hang out with your …
Born Again
If together was a raft, we’d be floating in the great wide open Not a worry in the world underneath the cotton candy sky I see forever in every little bit of your …
Going Missing
Concrete wearing these souls down Street lights keeping me up I need to trade this noise for a ghost town Been drinking from a bone dry cup I’m going missing …
In The Feeling
There’s somethin’ in the air that keeps me comin’ back to you Somethin’ I’ve been holdin’ close no matter where The smokers …
Last Thing On My Mind
There’s a million reasons I’ve been having trouble sleeping Don’t believe it, but I blame this motel bed Saying goodnight through a telephone, …