Dipsticks Lyrics

It's getting cold

I can hear the fan in the room blowing air

Across the heater in the wall over there

I'm getting old

But I don't know what that means anyhow

Is there something in the way that you smile?

I wanna know

What's inside of your mind I wanna see all those things

That I'm trying to hide but I feel

Cold

Is the feeling that I get when I'm lonesome

In the middle of the day, so won't you come some?

Over my way pretty girl

We hit the club

With the goth chicks and the french dudes doing dipsticks

Smoking cigarettes and smearing on their lipstick

You did a dance

I was trying to slip my hands in the pockets of your pants

Were they plaid? Were they striped? Is this romance?

So I pushed you to the wall I did it like

So I sit

And I write you this song on a Monday

Maybe you'll sing along to it someday

Maybe we

Don't even get along but it's hard to say

When everyone is so changed in their ways

By the lives that they've lived and that's okay

I appreciate it for what it is it's like