Lyrics

I play drums on pots and pans
And eat my lunch with dirty hands
My coffee is as black as my blue jeans

She wears out my old Harley shirt
But damn it looks good with that skirt
The way she pulls it up when I walk by

I swear to God I’ll never leave
but God I swear she’s so naive
Maybe she’s the type that won’t let go

Well I can sing a thousand songs
But then I might just sing ‘em wrong
Baby here’s another one for you

Skip the bar with me
Lets get some cheap beer and go down to the beach
I’ve got a joint in my pocket if you can reach
We can talk about the places we won’t go
And the things about each other we don’t know

She plays her favorite indie band
And I pretend to understand
The reason why she thinks that they’re so cool

But I don’t really mind it much
It’s better though to feel her touch
The way she tenses up when he sings

Skip the bar with me
Lets get some cheap beer and go down to the beach
I’ve got a joint in my pocket if you can reach
We can talk about the places we won’t go
And the things about each other we don’t know

God I hope I played it right
But she ain’t even here tonight
At least I’ll sing it better when she comes