Phoebe from Phoebe by Chris Lambert

There’s no way out of this
I’m empty, and I’m racing fast to exist
If I could stay on the floor
And fondle its fibers, I’d never ask you for more
Cause Phoebe, maybe we won’t work out later
I’ll settle just for a kiss

Stuck to my bottom lip
Face to face, hip to hip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing out through your nose

There’s no incentive for this
Our fingers tangled
Our right hands bent at the wrist
But all four eyes on the door
An exit’s coming, but who knows when
Or what for?
Cause Phoebe, maybe we don’t know our places
I’ll keep my distance, for sure

Clung to my bottom lip
Spent the night in my grip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing into my nose

If you can’t see this by now
You’re as thick as the smoke in your lungs

Stuck to my bottom lip
Tongue-tied in my grip
Blushing all through your clothes
Breathing out through your nose
You’ve got to have a heart to give it
Here’s a white lie we can live with: “We’ll be fine”

• Folk
• electronic
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop rock
• Orcutt