The Rise of Hobo Johnson

Creve Coeur 1

by Hobo Johnson

on The Rise of Hobo Johnson (2017)

"Hi," says the girl with the right eyes
That pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile
You can kind of tell that something's going on
But she's like a Skrillex song that never drops
She'll never talk, she'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today
Better kept it inside of a fence, inside of cage, inside of a safe
That's safe for her
'Cause they, they just hurt
And she don't know why that God's sauntered

I hope he's trying
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, "I hope he's trying
Frank do you think he's trying?"
Then I said "I don't know"

But I asked her "What's wrong?"
She just nods her head
And then I asked her "What's wrong"
And she said

"He was the picture perfect person, loved my mother, oh, so dearly
You could feel the love reverberate whenever in our building
If it feel the same today I wish I know, but
Sometimes you drive a car and lose control, into poles
Hold me closely
I don't think you should love me
Always feel so lonely
Knowing that nothing forever lasts forever
Sorry, Frank
You're much too late, much too late
Sorry, Frank
You're, you're much too late
Much too late"

"Hi," says the girl who doesn't have time for relationship advice
Rather relationships at all
She holds her breath all day and f*cking gasps for air every night
She promised she would love me for only 'til the morning time

The more that I engage in it the more that I am mortified
That I am just like every other sh*tty guy

And then "bye,"
Says the girl who doesn't have time for relationship advice rather relationships at all
I asked her "What's wrong?"
I asked her "What's wrong?"

And she said
And she said
She said

"He's such a bummy crusty cruddy father, f*cking every girl he takes to coffee
He lied to Mom in holy matrimony
Hold me closely
I don't think you should love me
Always feel so lonely knowing that nothing forever lasts forever
Sorry, Frank
You're, you're much too late
Much too late
Sorry Frank, you're, you're much too late
You're much too late, you're much too
Sorry Frank, you're much too late
Much too..."

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