Nothing's inside
Just a slug that provides
A barely lit path
From your house to mine

Dog at my pillow.
Dog at my feet.
My own toothbrush.

Nothing's inside
Just a slug that provides
A barely lit path
From your house to mine

If he smart he gon' act like a fan

So far I have not found the science
but the numbers keep on circling me

And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape
I looked over it and I ached

I love everybody because I love you
I don't need the city, and I don't need proof