Faux Kiss from Spear by pleistocene

I want to level with you four eyes in line just like children in a staring fight. Easy to turn and run, should I be surprised I brought you to life in my room at night. Who knows that we're missing? One little kiss. Rocky roads are often hard to navigate there are boundaries that are indistinct. Places so familiar call me like the spores on trees you have grown on me. Who knows what we're missing? One little kiss. We were doing the watusi with Bobby T to Nillson's rockinest tunes. You took your bike there I got a ride but he left at quarter to two. In mid twist, nostalgia hit like a near death realization. The lights came on, everybody had gone, it was only me and you. I'm a carbonated shaken soda can. All these feelings building up again. It's a modern age I'm finding, out a lot of new things, seeing a lot of you friend. Who knows what we're missing? One little kiss.

• Rock
• dirt
• hot pop
• jangle
• ocean rock
• punk
• Rochester