Four days in Spain
Smoky Spain
And I take off again

Then I take off again, smiling back

The engine is idling

And the car seems to be expanding
Weird


Blindfolded kissing
Looking for the truth in your tiny moves
I hate to loose


Four days in Spain
Spooky Spain

And you're my missing thing:
Too sweet and pointless
Complete and somewhere else


I was sick of being asked
I didn't want to to anyways

Sucking down mother's milk
Singing my throat away


It's not an awful secret, you know
It's just a secret
Spitting out your blue gum

Kissing your breath away

I wanted you to sleep with her and

Hate yourself instead of me
I wanted you untrue,
Hating yourself like me


After all, what am I missing
I haven't missed before,

Sucking down the precious lies
I should have swallowed way before?