What if I never make it to the bus stop, never get on
What if I never take you to the West Coast, move back the clouds
What if I stay in these sheets, and keep your hands on my knees
What if I want, want to stay, and keep my clothes at your place
What if I belong in this bed, on this side, with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin, your smile, baby I don't
Need California weather
What if I miss the last bus out
My life is waiting for me at a rental, drying on your street
They tell me this is where it all happens, where the money is
What if I hate the machine, and get chewed up by your dream
What if I want, want to stay, keep my clothes at your place
What if I belong in this bed, on this side, with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin, your smile, baby I don't
Need California weather
This bed, on this side, with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin, your smile, baby I don't
Need California weather
What if I miss the last bus out
And we stay right here, in this garden of skin and bones
Comatose
Ivy's crawling up the bed, tangled in our legs
Forever till we're dead
Baby I belong
In this bed, on this side, with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin, your smile, baby I don't
Need California weather
This bed, on this side, with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin, your smile, baby I don't
Need California weather
What if I miss the last bus
What if I miss the last bus
What if I miss the last bus out?

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