[Verse 1]

It's only the old boys who call through the trees

Sucking the mist up, I guess it was real

And they've got guns



Now I don't hear them

Having shut the shades and secured locks on every door I can lock

Sure that if I second guess my work and stick my head out

It'll blow off in one shot



[Verse 2]

And who wants to sleep by her who death becomes?

Someone who sleeps with her neck in reverse

It's only me



You look at me, I turn around and wonder am I dreaming?

Nidgeting a startled pulse out of a little calf with your knee

I foresee us undercover, faking darker habits

Better call it off before me



[Chorus]

Or be in this picture

This picture with me

Be in this picture

This picture with me

Fell for a bone bag who sank in my stream

Now, you'd better dry off, so nobody sees



[Verse 3]

It's only the old boys who reserve the rooms

And it's only Oxygal, accepts the key



Solve for a way just to stifle the mim

Gets so complacent when he swallows my fingers

Did all I could just to keep you around

So while you stand around



[Chorus]

Be in this picture

This picture with me

Be in this picture

This picture with me

Fell for a bombshell who tripped in my street

Now, we'd better part ways, so nobody sees



[Guitar Solo]



[Outro]

Sucking the mist up, I guess it was real

Good thing I taught you the backstroke you hate