We Don't Fuck Lyrics

We don't fuck

But I give birth to myself in your truck

It don't hurt too much

But I'm concerned about you losing your lunch

You pass by

And say, "Last season was impossibly dry

And those deer just

Keep on making me swerve while I steer"

I walk

But it feels like I float when I talk

It's so strange how

The spirit leaves the form like a cage

There's no pain

Psychic connection 'tween myself and the rain

I get soaked right through

Feel that bliss when I am one with you