The Obsessives
Old Mountain Bikes
Lied again to help myself
I lied to all my friends
You know it's hard to make amends
When every mistake is just a means to an end

You told me I was all you want
You told me I was enough
I was the one person you trust
But it's rough when your luck is nothing but tough

Tough luck

The sound of ice inside a glass
And the sound of liquid in
I can feel your body quivering from love
But instead it just gets
Sunlight beating on our backs
In the middle of July
Tried to remember what it was like
Side by side, on our old mountain bikes
(Side by side)

Winter time
Heat is not on but I feel warm
In your arms, hung out to dry
On a very thin string
But I'm not scared
Well only there's nothing
Nothing