Careless, song about cats and dogs and sex

moving into walmarrt

a sad song

it’s called “lyrical parchedness”

I’m experiencing lyrical parchedness, and my computer is broke. Coping with the library, I’ll put up the memoirs later.

untitled
all instruments and vocals by yours truly, lyrics by Erin Carr.

let’s go
come let’s go
down that old rabbit hole
and crawl towards that place
I push off
cause I wanna get lost
you give me that face

tell me a secret
yeah tell me somethin’ true
not one that you’ll regret
open up and give me a clue
I wanna be down here
down here with you
let’s push off

you cry
and push inside
you’ve got no where to hide
smiling eyes and quivering skin
laugh and tell me it’s not a sin
you give me that face (give it back)
you me that face

let’s push off