Текст Jillette Johnson – Last Bus Out

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 clock

My life is waiting for me at a rental
Right on this 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 the dream
What if I want want to stay
And keep my clothes at your place
What If I belong in this battle
This side with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin and your smile
Maybe I don’t in California weather
This battle
This side with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater

And we stay right here in this garden of skin
And bones…comatose
Ivy’s crawling up the bed
Tangling our legs
Forever till we’re dead
Baby I belong
In this battle
This side with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin and your smile
Maybe I don’t in California weather
This battle
This side with this pillow
Sleeping in your sweater
Your skin and your smile
Maybe I don’t in California weather
What if I miss the last bus
What if I miss the last bus
What if I miss the last bus out