Makeshift Beds by Rabbit Troupe Lyrics

Park your car two miles from here
Go outside and kiss the deer that wants you now but won't when it cools down
Hold her close to you while she's around
Makeshift beds on hardwood floors, come upstairs and lock the doors
We'll make this happen, just you wait and see
Ye of little faith, move close to me

Love is a virus that sits in your mouth until you die
I wish that I could make you sick, I wish that I could make you cry

How does it feel to be a muse?
To be someone that I can't lose?
How does it feel to be someone at all?
Keep one ear open for people down the hall

Love is a virus that sits in your mouth until you die
I wish that I could make you sick, I wish that I could make you cry