Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake
That I wrapped you in a fantasy
I'll try not to wonder where you are
Good to be back home
Sometimes you don't have to try at all
But lately it seems like everybody's
Sometimes the beauty is easy
How I missed this time zone
Strangers are exciting
Open open open open open
Flashing open open open
It is good
I'm so fancy
Joined at the hip
Open all the time
When you go outside to kiss her
And I'm still fancy
But then again I wasn't the only one
And I carry you with me
In the front seat of your car
Good to meet your girlfriend
Their mystery never ends
I guess I'm an open book
To embrace you that long
On the bathroom wall
And it's bad
Fancy free
Sometimes there's poetry written right
To have eyes like neon signs
And it's bad
And it's bad
That I took that second look
But there's nothing like looking at your own history
In the faces of your friends
You know I didn't really intend
