Loopie

That bird
There is a factory where
What you heard
You never prepare
It's June
I think they judged
You too soon
I miss you
Way to assume
Classic error when you're in the room

Yeah I get loopie in my bedroom
I guess that's what I can tell you
Yeah I get loopie in my bedroom
I guess that's what I can tell you

I saved all my attitude for you
A lengthy twine of bits of truth
These fuckers really took my youth
Like people that I look up to
Twist round a bunch of blades of grass
You picked up off the beaten path
Y'all all should sing I'll do the math
You write the play I'll make the pass
Yeah I'll make the pass
I always do, I always got it for you, pookie
Or maybe not I'm like a flake
I'm made of glass I always break
I'm like a dude or maybe not
I'm like the softest of the rocks
I'm like shale or salt, I'm blocks