Styrofoam

Forget that view, let's skip that long way home You're the little bit of sugar at the bottom of my styrofoam In that all red dress Kissing my neck Passenger seat Driving me crazy Girl you've known for a minute I've been trying to spend some time The thought of you and I Is something I can get behind And tonight, I've been seeing shooting stars in your eye I'm thinking by sunrise, I'll be calling you baby And I don't care if it kills me Taking you and I, pistol flying, down this two lane road Getting high while we're speeding God only knows how far we'll go Once I got you alone Hypnotized or I'm dreaming Girl I don't know, all I know is I'm going to write you a song 'Bout these curbs were careening And thanking God for the feeling Forget that view, let's skip that long way home You're the little bit of sugar at the bottom of my styrofoam In that all red dress Kissing my neck Passenger seat Driving me crazy Girl you've known for a minute I've been trying to spend some time The thought of you and I Is something I can get behind And tonight, I've been seeing shooting stars in your eye I'm thinking by sunrise, I'll be calling you baby