Away

Vodka and Kool-Aid and Trampolines.
Summer behavior in a strictly winter town,
but when you're dreaming about the people you've never met
I don't think you should feel at home.
Bruises from purgatory and
the only thing keeping you warm are the moccasins you stole.

Nothing compares,
I am sick and I love you.

Get me out, get me out, get me away.

But, oh, how we love to feel it spin!