Russell from S / T by Private Idaho

Good hustle
Nice muscles
I dive for the ball
And miss

No tussle
For Russell
he puts it in
and my heart flips

green eyed grin staring at my teeth
dive for the ball, skin my knees
we go to his, no ones’ home
up against the fridge, all alone

shoot score
don’t slam the door, don’t slam the door
shoot score
never been here before
never been here before

sweat bands
round my hand
your jersey
up early

I’ll hustle
Your muscles
Morning quickie
Feel sticky

He scores
Don’t slam the door don’t slam the door
Who’s home?
No one.

He loves me when he feels free
All the girls can hardly see
All they know is he’s the top of the team

Good hustle
Nice muscles
That’s Russell
My Russell

We tussle
And rustle
Keeping quiet
Takes hustle

He loves me when we’re not a team
All the boys can hardly see
And he makes the dirt I eat
Taste so sugar fucking sweet

• Punk
• emo
• livingroom
• punk pop
• Nashville