Central Air Lyrics

I swear to god I didn't make

You up you feel so real on the

Fire escape I know your neighborhood watch

Got sick of midnight cigarettes so we snuck out of the side door

You lay sideways in a sick fashion

Central air would be nice

But this window does the job

You wore short shorts in the summer

Put on a crewneck in the fall

And even though it was still hot out

You ran away and I still don't know if you were real at all

I swear to god I didn't make

You up you feel so real on the

Fire escape I know your neighborhood watch

I swear to god that you were real
I swear to god that you were real

I swear to god that you were real

I swear to god that you were