Ribcage Lyrics

My jail lives inside of your ribcage

Quarter into a fountain

Thinking about his mouth taste

I was driving a truck when I first met you

East side show ending up in his room

I've been in my mind

Counting the days till you get in mine

Baby boy's a good time

All I see is two headlights

Baby boy's a good time, time

Crushed by you

Live in my ribcage and I will too

Go slow, spaceflight

Am I going to make it out alive?

Two joints, two thighs

Down to the bone at midnight

I've been in my mind

Counting the days till you get in mine

Baby boy's a good time

All I see is two headlights

Baby boy's a good time, time

Crushed by you

Live in my ribcage and I will too

Thought the ship was closed down

What's a storm to a sea going through a drought?

Now it's all petrichor laying there on the ground

All I see is two headlights

Baby boy's a good time, time

Crushed by you

Live in my ribcage and I will too